Cover story 16: A lucky coincidence and a lucky day to hate the sun rays
Even anvils seem to defy logic at times like these. Something new is beginning, a new start, of hope, of despair, we can't tell. But as the couple walk by like a cartoon made in 1985 logic gives until it is time. The umbrella is safe, and the sun is not.
Umbrellas beat anvils just like the old days
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I was waiting, counting the ticks on the clock, the waitress was to damning slow and then that idiot showed up. If I had the chance of beating him up I would but my tea will spill and colden, why is my taste so developed, FUCK ME.
“EEEH NEOVA BUDDY WHY YOU HERE SITTING LIKE A PEBBLE”, says Malfonz angered.
“Dumbass I also come here to drink not only you”, answers Neova.
“Is it not better to agree to disagree and leave it, leave what's past us”, answers Neova.
“AM I SUPPOSED TO LEAVE WHAT YOU DID TO ME *Crazed Laughter* YOU STARTED TORTURING ME IDIOT, I DID NOT MAKE A SINGLE MOVE ON YOU”, answers Malfons.
“You wanna take my warm seat”, answers Neova.
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As Malfonz grabs the shirt and pulls Neova over, making him leave his seat and pushing the table a bit. “What do you have to say to make me not kill you right now”, asks Malfonz. “Same to you, I was the only person to make you feel somethin so why kill me right now and not a devastating death”, answers Neova, “Don’t tease me mutt”, answers Malfonz.
Malfonz sits defeated on the chair in front of him, “let's agree to forget this, but if even your sweat drops touch me your life and your head will be hanging like a chandelier near the lights for all to gaze up at''. Neova gulps and acts as if he was in fear, to calm the angered Malfonz.
I mean I do hate the guy, and he is obviously comin sooner rather than later on most days. I wonder if he has a job, or is he lazy, but that was never the point. I guess I do want some company, I wouldn’t mind it, but I do also hate him.
“Let’s decide to not speak when we sit near each other, if we can not communicate we can not create a friendship and then all our desires and wishes of killing the other will be intact”, answers Neova. Malfons shakes his head and leans back, outstretching his legs for optimal relaxation.
“The bomb that lives under the ground is hardest to stop, but a bomb that blossoms with life is even harder to make explode”.
Malfonz then turns and pulls himself up to sit holding the end of the stick wondering when the staff will show. Neova read his news as if nothing happened. A fly came across his face and the news whipping didn’t really make the bug fly away. So for optimal success as the bug sits on Neovas face he slams his face against the table in front of him getting a nosebleed as a way to kill the bug. The fly flew away, but Malfonz saw all that and enjoyed laughter, he himself was too warm for the flies' taste.
Two cups of coffee were ordered, one of cinnamon and the other with sugar. The fun and laughter was heard by the people around, for once Malfonz and Neova felt safe around someone that was not their home. They dozed off. They would eventually kill each other but right now they were both the prey, and nobody was after them.
The waitress got her share of the tip before their dozing, they woke up but never forgot that day. Fin.