Tedo Sharadenidze
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Let's Call a Plumber
I am walking down the boulevard. My broken umbrella can provide some temporary protection against the rain, but the wind wrestling with it warns me that sooner or later I may end up soaked to the skin. In the distance, I can hear the traffic lights beeping. They seem to be fulfilling their duties just like a train driver who has to stop at every station in case someone might want to get on or get off. I want to look at the raging sea because it always makes me feel good. In those waves, I seek solace to robe my naked fears of tomorrow that have wound themselves around my feet.
By Tedo Sharadenidze7 months ago in Fiction
Where Tears Meet the Breath of Alcohol. Top Story - January 2025.
They always tried to leave for school early to reach the chestnut trees before the pigs did. Chestnuts were highly valued at school, especially by the fifth lesson, when everyone’s stomachs were rumbling. Sam, Ted’s next-door neighbor who had just moved to the countryside and was unfamiliar with rural life (something Ted often took advantage of), quickly became obsessed with Ted. Sam’s parents said that when he had a fever, he rambled about Ted being his only friend.
By Tedo Sharadenidzeabout a year ago in Fiction
