Story 1

Three rapid knocks can be heard on Larry’s door. Larry quickly runs over, abandoning his dinner.

He opens the door and there stands a man, stinking of sweat, dripping of sweat and to Larry, his breath even smells of sweat.

Larry: Oh, Sorry I don’t have any money. I have some food though, unfortunately I burnt it, so-

Man in Toga: W-wait! Stop for a minute! I’m not here as a homeless person.

Larry: Oh, sorry! Uh, W-what can I, uh, help you with then? Sir?

Man In Toga: You see this tattoo, son?

(Larry takes a deep breath and looks closer)

Larry: Yes? What about it?

Larry reads some weird looking letters “I O U“

Larry: “I O U”? , I owe you? Is it?

Man in Toga: Yes, that’s it! You know who gave me this?

Larry: Who?

Man in Toga: You’re father! He gave it to me long ago. We used to be best friends you see, and then we went separate ways.

Larry: Oh! That’s interesting, please, come inside.

The man in toga enters. Giving Larry footprints on the floor, wet ones. Larry scratches his neck as he walks behind the man.

Larry (Coughs): You- You, uh, you want to, uh, take a shower? Maybe?

Man in Toga: Yes Yes, That would be lovely! Actually, we never met officially.

The man turns around and brings forth his hand, blackened in soot.

Man in toga: I’m Garry, Larry, Nice to meet you.

Larry: Hi, Garry, I’m Larry, well, you obviously knew that already (laughs). Uh, there’s a fresh towel there inside, I haven’t used it yet, so, uh, go ahead.

Garry: I’ll do so. Thanks.

Garry locks himself into the toilet and steps into the shower.
After a few minutes he steps out again. And starts talking loudly with Larry while still being inside the bathroom..

Garry: You know why it says “I O U”?!

Larry: No why?

Garry: I had saved your father from bad fish. You know, I’m a fisherman, I could spot that the fish he was about to eat was bad. So, he bought me this tattoo. Which means that he owes me something.

Larry: Oh I see. So-S-So, uh, you’ve come to reclaim a fortune then? (Laughs)

Garry: Indeed. Where is the old bugger anyway?

Larry: Uh, oh. Well. I’m sorry, but, uh, He passed away last year, heart attack. You know, the alcohol finally got to him.

Garry rushes out without a towel around him.

Garry: He What!? Not Harris. Damnit! G-God, damnit! Jesus… Oh, I’m sorry about this. I must’ve wasted your time-

Larry: No No, not at all, it was nice to meet one of my dad’s old friends. Do you want something to eat? You could tell me a bit about you and dad.

Garry (puts on his towel): Yea, sure. Sorry about the towel. I was just too shocked, such bad news. And I who had missed that old bugger.

Both Garry and Larry walk together into the kitchen, talking to each other…

The End

Story 2

So something happened to me today. I was driving to work. You know, just another normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. I’m sitting in my car, starting to get this wild sweat going, I mean, I’m melting my car down. Of course it was an anxiety attack, what else? So I pull over, thinking I’m about to throw up.

I pick up the cell phone, thinking that’s it’s probably best to quit my job; I work as a hairdresser, mainly to get rid of my phobia for hair.

  Thing about hair is that you never know what’s in it; I once got attacked by a spider when about to cut my costumer’s hair. Another good example is getting that crane fly flying right into my mouth, when shaving a costumer’s moustache.

I dial the number and to no surprise my boss picks up, even though that’s supposed to be the receptionist’s job. He constantly flirts with her. I pity the girl really, I mean, she’s engaged! And the boss just sits there, with his crooked fat arse on the desk, chewing on cookies mostly, getting crumbs all over the place.

“Yes?” My boss answers.

“Hello, This’s- This’s Andy, uh, I just wanted to-“

As I was about to say that I quit, I get interrupted by a loud ringing sound in my cell phone. Suddenly I find myself caught in another phone call. It’s between two older ladies, probably old time friends. I quickly pick up on the dialogue.

“So, did you hear about Angela?” Says one of the women, she’s got a bit of a deeper voice than the other woman.

“No, what about her?” Answers the other woman. She sounds a bit like if she had inhaled some helium recently, she had an incredibly light voice.

“She was found dead this morning, in her apartment” Says the deeper voiced woman and sighs lightly.

“Oh no! That’s terrible! Suicide?” Says the light voiced woman terribly worried.

“I’m afraid so. It- uh (coughs), It looks that way. An overdose of pills apparently”

“Poor Angela, she was always so shaken up and worried, but suicidal? I just can’t believe it” She says and begins crying.

“Yes, it’s a cruel life, some of us just won’t make it. Poor girl. And such a worthless husband as well. God.” She says and starts sniffing as well, all though trying to not cry.

“Oh yes, how is he taking it? They were engaged weren’t they?”

Oh no, could it be Angela? The receptionist?

“He hasn’t said that much. He coldly told the family that he wouldn’t be appearing at the funeral, that he’s already moved on”

“Oh no, that’s terrible. How can anyone be so cold? Did he even love her at all?”

“I’m beginning to think he didn’t (coughs), You know there were rumours that he was a wife beater?”

“Oh no! Poor Angela, Poor-” She says and starts crying again.

“I’d like to take this car of mine and put it to good use” She says just as my line breaks.

The End