Daniel Clay Varela
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Im just some guy who occasionally has somthing to say. I hope the next thought is important.
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Piano Man
If you had told the Piano Man, “in a week life's gonna change for the better,” he would have finished his whiskey and chuckled at the very notion of better. He knew that his show was just about over, and that the third act wasn't going to get any better. He had long ago given up on the idea of better for himself. He knew it was real, the “better” that so many desperately craved, and he wished and hoped for “better” for his friends, but for now the Piano Man was comfortable and content. His life didn't look like much from the outside; his little apartment, his 55' Oldsmobile, and his favorite bourbon, but he admittedly did not need much to get by. The Piano Man was content to tickle the ivory and serenade the betties as he’d always done.
By Daniel Clay Varela4 years ago in Fiction
The Courier
It was getting harder and harder for Anthony to keep working. The security was getting more advanced, and the police more brutal. However, that wasn't what angered him while sitting on the train. Anthony watched the redcoat-clad special police pull another woman out of line for further “inspection” in the private interrogation room. His stomach turned as he watched the Redcoats drag this woman kicking and screaming. A woman who had probably done nothing wrong, apart from being poor and brown. She called for help and reached for a rail-thin man and a crying, dirt-covered little girl, who must have been the woman's husband and daughter. Wanting to help with every fiber of his being, it’s what he was trained to do. But that was back when the world made sense.
By Daniel Clay Varela5 years ago in Fiction
