The bizarre story of The Black Lady and The New Kid in Town

December, 5th

There´s a new kid in town. A new kid borning again in my head. He moved out a couple of years ago. He had had a fight with his girlfriend. I don´t think he would see her again. She was so annoying. If only he could imagine his own death, he wouldn´t come back. With her living just three blocks away and surrounded with all those knifes a swords. It was predictable that small but powerful dagger stucked on his heart. She didn´t feel guilty. When the police went to arrest her she was sitting on her rocking chair weaving some socks to Mr Walrus, her cat. There were photos and letters burning out at the chimney. She confessed she was the murderer. She said “well after all, we are only ordinary men, until faith decides to make us unique. People don´t die for a reason. People die because their time had come. It was predicted that the new kid in town would die with a dagger on his chest, and MY FACE on his head”

The black lady is always stalking us. Recently she came to my place. She was beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling like a summer sun. I caught a taste of springtime on her lips but at the same time a cold wind seized my heart reducing it to a tiny little stone. And then, the room got dark. And I lied in bed comfortably numb. Nothing could ruin that moment. Time passed away and the fat old sun showed his garnish through the window. I came back to life, and for the first time I heard the sound of the seconds passing by…

Mr. Moustache