Marina liked living in the streets, or so she was constantly telling herself during the long winter nights when the snow and the wind made her shiver so badly so she couldn't fall asleep. Marina was a survivor. She could endure any hardship.
She knew how to find the best spots to sleep at and the best places for finding leftover food and once she has found such a place she would fight like a lioness to keep them for herself - a simple survival instinct.
One day she was on her way to her favorite food scavenging place when she saw an old lady trying to cross a busy road. The old lady's shoe got stack in the sewage rail and an impatient taxi driver was about to run over her, assuming that she was just taking her time and that the sudden acceleration would make her move faster.
Marina immediately understood what was about to happen but she had no time to help that lady get her shoe out of the rail, so she just threw herself on the taxi, nothing but a few scratches and bruises and an angry driver. The taxi driver started yelling at her, shouting "You are crazy I won't pay you a dime". Marina was always terrified of conflicts so she just blurted out a scary "You owe me nothin'" and quickly ran away.
Six months afterward a courier gave her a letter inviting her to M.Shore and Associates Law Office. The letter also mentioned something about her being the sole heir of Agatha Brewnasky.
When she came to the law office she was told that she is indeed the sole inheritor of the late MS. Agatha Brewnasky, who was touched by her help, half a year ago.
"How much does it worth?", she asked.
"The estate is estimated to be worth 100,000,000USD?", the Young lawyer answered calmly.
"What do I have to do to get it? Can you repeat that, please?"
"Just sign it"
"You owe me nothin'", Marina shouted and bolted out of the office.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The Phone Call
Sandra has definitely had a happy childhood, filled with family gatherings and joy, for as long as she can remember.
Sandra grew up in a large Victorian house in the suburbs with a massive garden, carefully taken care of by the family's gardener. She had quite a normal childhood, except for one odd thing she had rarely paid attention to - there was one room in the house which was always locked and when ever she tried to ask her parents about this room, they would blurt out a vague answer and change the subject.
On her high-school graduation day, the cook had made all her favorite morning treats for breakfast and she left with her parents to celebrate and to give the valedictorian speech. After the ceremony they went to an high end restaurant and finished up the day with her favorite ice cream, strolling around the park, dripping sticky vanilla ice cream all over. A perfect day. Sandra was looking forward to starting college and her parents were smugged with her success so far.
The day after her graduation day, Sandra woke up to a phone call. The phone kept ringing and no one answered it. Half asleep she got out of bad and picked up the phone. "Operation rainbow", a metallic voice said, and the call got instantly disconnected.
Sandra's pupils widened and she immediately went to the rose bush in the garden with a shovel. She dug out a small wooden box and took the key which was in it. She ran directly to the locked room, turned the key inside the lock and entered into the operation room.
Operation Rainbow has commenced.
Sandra grew up in a large Victorian house in the suburbs with a massive garden, carefully taken care of by the family's gardener. She had quite a normal childhood, except for one odd thing she had rarely paid attention to - there was one room in the house which was always locked and when ever she tried to ask her parents about this room, they would blurt out a vague answer and change the subject.
On her high-school graduation day, the cook had made all her favorite morning treats for breakfast and she left with her parents to celebrate and to give the valedictorian speech. After the ceremony they went to an high end restaurant and finished up the day with her favorite ice cream, strolling around the park, dripping sticky vanilla ice cream all over. A perfect day. Sandra was looking forward to starting college and her parents were smugged with her success so far.
The day after her graduation day, Sandra woke up to a phone call. The phone kept ringing and no one answered it. Half asleep she got out of bad and picked up the phone. "Operation rainbow", a metallic voice said, and the call got instantly disconnected.
Sandra's pupils widened and she immediately went to the rose bush in the garden with a shovel. She dug out a small wooden box and took the key which was in it. She ran directly to the locked room, turned the key inside the lock and entered into the operation room.
Operation Rainbow has commenced.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Wild At Heart
Greg and Stella were radiating at their 60's anniversary. They firmly gripped each other's wrinkled hands. On their faces a map of their challenges and joy was intricately drawn. Sun spots were sprinkled on their bodies and faces to commemorate tropical vacations and carefree trips in the nature.
Their children envied their perfect togetherness, their never fading love towards each other. Two of their three children are divorced and one is unhappily married. They could not have translated their parents' success onto their own lives.
The way they would perfectly understand each other without saying a word. A smile or a hand gesture was enough. The way they have gathered so many internal jokes. There were so many keywords, pictures and events that would lead them to smile to each other and perhaps share a hug, a kiss and a memory. The way they would complete each other's sentences and read each other's books. The way they enjoyed the same movies and appreciated the same songs.
After dinner, all the guests set before the fireplace and Greg and Stella set together on their love-sit, embracing each other and smiling.
"How do you do that?", their son asked.
"We always stay wild at heart", they answered simultaneously and smiled.
Their children envied their perfect togetherness, their never fading love towards each other. Two of their three children are divorced and one is unhappily married. They could not have translated their parents' success onto their own lives.
The way they would perfectly understand each other without saying a word. A smile or a hand gesture was enough. The way they have gathered so many internal jokes. There were so many keywords, pictures and events that would lead them to smile to each other and perhaps share a hug, a kiss and a memory. The way they would complete each other's sentences and read each other's books. The way they enjoyed the same movies and appreciated the same songs.
After dinner, all the guests set before the fireplace and Greg and Stella set together on their love-sit, embracing each other and smiling.
"How do you do that?", their son asked.
"We always stay wild at heart", they answered simultaneously and smiled.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Roadtrip
He switched on the engine at 8:00 a.m. and opened the radio for the morning news. The forecast for that day had been great so he started driving.
The first fours hours of driving were amazing. The scenery was breathtaking. The icecaps, the waterfalls, the volcanoes and the scattered hot springs, hiding inside lava fields. In each curve of the road the views changed dramatically. From an evergreen forest to a black wasteland. From azure blue hot springs and yellowing steaming earth to mammoth glaciers.
He didn't feel like pulling over and resting his muscles for a few minutes as the beauty and peculiarity of the place kept him alert and going.
At noon it happened.
He felt that he was losing control over the car, the earth beneath him started shaking. At first it was nothing but a weak quiver and then it started trembling violently. He could here the surface of the earth rumbling and rocks started rolling down the mountain's peak.
He looked up and became consumed in terror when he saw the fire tongues coming out of the mountain's head like a mythic creature, shooting magma all over.
The first fours hours of driving were amazing. The scenery was breathtaking. The icecaps, the waterfalls, the volcanoes and the scattered hot springs, hiding inside lava fields. In each curve of the road the views changed dramatically. From an evergreen forest to a black wasteland. From azure blue hot springs and yellowing steaming earth to mammoth glaciers.
He didn't feel like pulling over and resting his muscles for a few minutes as the beauty and peculiarity of the place kept him alert and going.
At noon it happened.
He felt that he was losing control over the car, the earth beneath him started shaking. At first it was nothing but a weak quiver and then it started trembling violently. He could here the surface of the earth rumbling and rocks started rolling down the mountain's peak.
He looked up and became consumed in terror when he saw the fire tongues coming out of the mountain's head like a mythic creature, shooting magma all over.
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