From the hand of the writer Bogdan, we return to the path of short stories – j re crivello (editor)

by Bogdan Dragos
When the enemy strikes keep your gun close to you. That worked during the war, but the war was all those years ago and the saying didn’t apply today.
Today it was more like when depression strikes keep your ice cream at hand. He got into his slippers and went into the kitchen to grab a spoon for his ice cream. Living on the ground floor of an apartment building from the suburbs gives a man quite the sights to see at times. He peeked out the window and saw a man or child, couldn’t tell what the hell he was, only that he was very fat and he held a big silvery spoon in one hand and a pigeon in the other, and crushed the pigeon’s…
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Creative parallel between his past experiences and suburbia.
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That’s right ღ(◔ڼ◔ ღ)ミ
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That’s the reason I always eat ice-cream 😌
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Well, it’s a great stimulant for creativity
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Yes it is thats the reason am creative (•‿•)
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Now I need ice cream…
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hmm. i havent had ice cream since this. i keep associating it with a smashed pigeon head 😔 lol
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(´×ω×`)
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lol i guess i’ll accept
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the apology haha. no ice cream from u
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No, wait! Let’s bring the ice cream back.
Ice cream is worth dying for
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as long as its not pigeon blood colored. haha. thank god i have other vices 😝
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Very nice p
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