Stories From The Head

The Intimate Parts Fika tried not to care about the slogans written all over his body, but it wasn’t easy. It all began three months ago, when he and his sister, Sko, had gone to the local azeb-store to look for a couple of new head-coats for them both. Fika took a brief look around, let his hand slide across the kinky spot between his legs, and bought the first head-coat that came across his sight. He paid for the coat, and then he remembered that Sko was with him when he arrived. ”SKO!”, he shouted. ”Sko! Where the OR are you?”. Sko didn’t answer, she never did. As a matter of fact Sko was deaf. Fika enjoyed calling for his sister when he knew there was no was she could answer him. This teased Sko, and if there was something Fika was aware of, THIS WAS IT! Suddenly Sko stood in front of Fika. This surprised him, as he had always considered his sister a weak fighter. But now she stood up against him, as if she was provoking him, hoping this would lead to a fight. And it did. Fika put his hand hard on her nose, HARD. And then, men in pink coats appeared from nowhere and tattooed anti-racist slogans and poems all over his body, especially the intimate parts...

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