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MY PRETTY LEFT FOOT
I look down at my left foot, my favourite part of my body. It looks very pretty in my pink and red high-heeled shoes. I only choose to wear them today to honour and match the decoration of this new venue I’m being shown to. It’s hidden, the kind one rings on a very discreet…
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THE GIRL WITH FLOWERS IN HER HAIR
She was the girl with flowers in her hair not to be found in California but in a small bar at the road’s end, seated alone by the table at the far in corner of the room, the one close to the mirror on the wall framed robustly gold. With her gaze she would catch…
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THE SHINING
Is it me, or the screen of our telephones is taking our will to be physically wherever it is we might find ourselves on any moment, one login at the time. If this was something, somehow, we pondered about before, now, in a way, it is almost a matter of fact, one could even say.…
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GIRLFRIENDS
Actually, I don’t even know if I remember how it feels to be in love. Have I ever been in love? I dare to say. I remember excitement, my mind focused on someone and unable to handle any other thought of use. What is that hyperbolically intense feeling I sometimes encourage myself to remember? Her…
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SIR LORD OF THE VIKINGS
You are, oh, so very hot. At least, in my mind. Though we haven’t met, yet, we have talked. Chatted. Emojies, hearts on text clouds, as a landmark of approval, and the way you have described yourself. Oh, are you good with words. I dream on your hair, dark blond curly hair. I dream on…
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THE OTHER WOMAN
I am the other woman. I cook dinner for one. I don’t plan holidays, commit nor adapt. I make no concessions, I don’t meet half way to my happiness. I have it all. My life, myself, my dinners for one. I am mine. I am free but taken, one could not wish for more. My…
Ana Iñigo Olea
Short stories and artwork inspired by cocktail glamour, nightlife extravaganza and admiration for nature's ways.
Ana Iñigo Olea 