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Clarion · Joined: 12 May 2006 Posts: 10 Location: Mainz

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He's about a hundred and twenty years old. And still he feels it necessary to wear his wedding ring? What does he think, women will jump at him or what? He's not that rich either, I think. His office certainly doesn't look like it. And what's this thing about professor's offices anyway? They're always full of stuff, but that's it- just stuff. Nothing personal. No pictures, no paintings, as if they're afraid that we might accidentally get a glimpse of themselves in here. Get to see the real them possibly, and then what? What can you do with the knowledge of someone's taste in art? Or the way their wife looks? It's not as if we think they're some kind of puppets, professors during the day time and at occasional readings at night and then put back into the wardrobe by their secretaries.

I wonder how many of them actually ever had sex with their secretaries? His secretary is quite old, but so is he and maybe when they were a bit younger? Or maybe they still do it, right on this desk. That's too revolting.

But it's ridiculous, really, all these married men, all looking for a quick shag sooner or later, really, and still they have this little bit of gold around their finger: I'm taken. Don't get any wrong ideas, honey. Only if you're attractive enough and I encourage you.

And this thing about not showing anything private -- a wedding ring is something private, isn't it? It's a woman leaving her mark on a man, that's what it is, because she's afraid he might forget. A man should wear his lover's mark in his heart, though, not around his finger. And you can tell men with a mark. They don't need a collar, which can be taken off whenever necessary. With her name on it, hidden away from prying eyes.

His eyes, that's were the mark is. This gazing into the distance every now and then and this absence of weighing up other women when he meets them for the first time. But if that's not there, I suppose a ring will have to do.

Miriam Kuroszczyk · Joined: 21 Mar 2006 Posts: 14

Souls have met
In lotusmist
To arrange the set
For humans’ gist

In times of sorrow
When people fear tomorrow
To be worse than today
They have something to say

From beyond the heart
One travels to the part
Where all’s supposed to start

There’s beauty
There’s love
There’s energy
One hears from the cascades’ synergy
When they speak in unity

Far behind the waters’ vapors
One can hide
Like gems and stones
In fruitful homes
To grow the color
To grow the brilliance
For millions
Of angles to shine

From beyond the heart
Where all’s supposed to start
There’s translucent air
For one pair
To breathe in one part
In one part never in sunder
Neither in lightning nor in thunder

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Wearing the white dress shirt of his only Sunday suit, which bears the marks of overuse, the old man looks forlornly on the paper that rejected him for the last time. The arthritis in his trembling fingers made it difficult to hold onto the document. Almost in disbelief, knowing that this was probably going to be his last chance to recover some of his pension – what he thought to be secure money that he managed to laboriously save up for almost forty-five years – the elderly man could not face the prospects of his last years without work or money. These were supposed to be, he was told, the golden years, in which he could relax and enjoy his retirement. That was a lie. Although he faithfully wore the ring of his deceased wife, he was a widower with no children. And how was he going to keep the small apartment on 67th Street? How could he feed his pet cat and only companion, if he could hardly afford the groceries last week that consisted of nothing more than a few cans of soup and the day-old bread from the bakery around the corner?

Having the seen a number of these cases before, the look of the man came as no surprise to Gina. Feeling strangely detached from the emotions that were strikingly visible in the man’s face, Gina could do nothing but sit there in an almost unbearable silence. She briefly glanced into his eyes that were brown, a little watery, and sad. Quickly she averted her gaze. Because she could not identify with the elderly man’s predicament, nor did she care to, Gina perceived the silence as being awkward. It was awkward to be the person whose job it is to bring bad news, when she knew that the same job secured her nice condominium outside of town with a backyard for her golden retriever. She wished the silence would end, so she could pack up for the day and head home before the dreaded rush hour.

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