Today would be the last day in his dorm room. He had finished packing his stuff and would be leaving behind a bunch of old clothes that he wouldn’t find a use for. He double-checked to see if he was carrying his lucky shoelaces, the ones that earned him his nickname through college. He would have walked right into the course of a car and had tripped over the laces and fell down. It was a brush with death, but ever since then, life had turned out to be just like his nickname: Perfect. His photographic memory brought back traumatic moments from the past when he should have simply died but survived solely due to his perfect luck.
Something pulled him back to the moment. It was an unnerving feeling like the calm before the storm. His confusion was replaced by disbelief as he saw himself walk in.
“Stop,” the lead archaeologist cried out, “I think we found something.”
“According to my research of the cross-lingual lexico-semantic transfer, I believe this stone has inscriptions that contain incredible information about the culture of the people who lived right here…”
The two cups sat leisurely on Table 19, unlike the sole occupant: a visibly frustrated 25-year-old male with blue eyes. He stood up and threw a few pieces of paper, one scribbled on, the rest – money. He left the table with a longing glance towards the ladies room where she had disappeared to, right after the 8 o’clock news started to air. He walked out as the newsreader finished the update.
…and thanks to our local superhero, the fire that broke out in the City Hall has been brought under control!
I was not born here, in Aussie as they like to call it. I came down here to study and research in the field of ornithology. How much I delved into it I do not know, but enough I realise till I became the Great Grand Master of the subject here. And yes, I am still here. And I haven’t just scared crows in my life. I have been a bookmark for many people to get back to what they once where were.