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TO THE LEFT
Scrolling down with her middle finger on the already cracked screen of her not-so-old mobile phone, she looked at all those telephone numbers she was unlikely to come to use ever again. She wasn’t sure what to do with any of them. Delete, she wondered. It felt a bit harsh, somehow. Even though all those…
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FLOWERS
She thought it was a pity he seemed to have decided to agree on everything she had to say, being this quite unlikely shall honesty had been scenting the night. She thought of him as handsome and even dared to imagine herself embraced by that big chest, strong arms and firm hands, the idea of…
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DAYDREAM
Blue jeans, burgundy top and determination as seasonal complement, was the outfit of choice for the event of the night. Why she wanted to go and assist to this musical affair was not clear yet. The performer, someone she had met, a piece of a story from which a delicate touch of confusion still remained.…
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CIBER GIRL
A ciber girl from the new age, she is expected to be. She knows how her electro sensorial wires, devices and appliances attach. From her head and heart all the way down to her feet, the pretty left one and the other one that the set completes. Automated emotions, simple repetitive reactions; the buttons…
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DIRTY, SHE SAID
With the tip of her unpolished nails she plays by the rim of the glass resting in front of her by the surface of the bar, beautifully raw, like she. The intensity of her libation she thought to match well the situation. Anticipation had been building up since the sun rose, she had been gently…
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THAT EXIT
For about two years I walked around with panda eyes, they all laugh at such an abrupt statement, and so did she, even though, it was true and it had taken a long while for it to be fun, at last; sharing drinks in this fancy hotel where, apparently, Madonna often stays, second fun-fact of…
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THE WITCHES ARE OUT TONIGHT
Though she knows being on her own is grand, all this beautiful things she gets to do, all this wonderful adventures she gets to go through, still, sometimes, she does notice a slight gentle touch of loneliness sliding from her naked shoulder down to her bare hand and all the way to the tips of…
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RASPBERRY LANE
One, two, three, her rhythms, her routines. She has her habits, her divisions in the fridge, her daily little techniques. Not too fancy to her view, all is quite low key; her coffee, instant powder, to the horror of the ones that happen to pass by. By her room, by her life. The excitement of…
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A DIFFERENT LIFE
You will not hate me tomorrow, were the gentle words served along with the gentle pour of water in the glass next to her other glass, the one filled up with the good stuff. How could I? She thought, unable to refrain from displaying a smile full of satisfaction; it is a grand feeling, indeed,…
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HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT TOUCH
I go down clutching my legs to reach out and tied up my shoe lace. It has been a good night. I met the people I was supposed to meet, saw friends, and yes, you’ve touched my hand. Hidden in plain sight our fingers have teased playfully behind the stem of the glass with my…
Ana Iñigo Olea
Ana Iñigo Olea
Short stories and artwork inspired by cocktail glamour, nightlife extravaganza and admiration for nature's ways.
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TO THE LEFT
Scrolling down with her middle finger on the already cracked screen of her not-so-old mobile phone, she looked at all those telephone numbers she was unlikely to come to use ever again. She wasn’t sure what to do with any of them. Delete, she wondered. It felt a bit harsh, somehow. Even though all those…
Ana Iñigo Olea 