STAN
Stan- deskside colleague.
Stan- perhaps the first (or the only one who flirted with me)
smiling
winking at me at his arrival in the morning
grapefruits
oranges
sweets
Talks about the famous DIAMOND MUSEUM in Prague.
He used to collect stones, and grab one during his daily job tasks.
He used to hold me tight in the office, in front of all colleagues-
Slovakian born.
Slovakian raised.
Slovakian educated.
4 languages spoken.
Born
From a photographer addicted older mother, abandoned by her German husband.
STAN: nicotine stinky jumper from time to time.
STAN: no clear thoughts from time to time (too many pubs).
His behaviour changed towards me within 2 year frame time.
Urgent need of fatherhood, he was no longer too young.
One morning sent a digital photo to the company, the insurance organization included
Cloud framed
Of her Slovakian woman naked, completely naked, breast feeding their baby girl.
Met him for the last time at the Universal Credit office, foggy early autumn day, but warm.
turned my glance the opposite side.
A very wide avenue, with large pavement all in good conditions, full of trees left and right.
I felt nausea of uncertainty
It started raining.
- Author: Swarovski20 ( Offline)
- Published: April 1st, 2024 04:00
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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