Peter J. Albert
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24, proud indigenous Bornean writing his early 20s in nostalgic remembrance.
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The Missing Man
The day was 17th of December 2013. It was one of those late-night shifts, again. I look forward to them, really. The walk from my dorm to the university library took approximately 12 minutes and 22 seconds if I keep my paces short and brisk throughout the way. I managed to time the walk correctly on Day 73 of my first year in college. Unless I cross paths with the campus goose that sometimes totter around the dormitory’s courtyard, then the walk could either be longer or shorter, depending on the goose’s mood for the day. One time, the unnamed goose chased me 7 minutes and 12 seconds into my walk, all the way to the doorsteps of the library. I made the journey in record time that day, thanks to that encounter.
By Peter J. Albert4 years ago in Fiction
Cleaning Detergent
“Would you like to have a drink with me?” That went on for three days straight. He held his stoic feelings close to himself as always, just as he held his glass of red wine. It was as if he was staring at a stone statue he could no longer recognise. You could barely see any semblance of emotions on his face. His brows were bushy, slightly unkempt. “Old age,” I thought. I scanned the ridges and wrinkles around his eyes – he had laughed a lot, even smiled a lot. But why this coldness? Why has his smile eluded me for the past three days?
By Peter J. Albert4 years ago in Fiction
