Stories From The Head

Out Of The Garden The decision was hard to make, and Ols knew it. Should he vote FOR or AGAINST Ga. He was unsure. He rang the bell, and ran as fast as he could out of the house? No, out of the garden. Ols was alone in the garden, and this was the way he liked it. Ols KNEW he was being followed, but, surprisingly enough, he didn’t care. Ols WANTED it to happen. Ols wanted to fly. Burning heretic! How could he, Ols, jump? He wasn’t sure, but he was sure he could jump high enough to satisfy his flying needs. ”Sods!” Ols thought, thinking about his best friends. What the fuck was he doing in the middle of the woods, all alone, left naked underneath a sparrow’s nest? He didn’t know, and neither did Duk, his worst nightmare. Duk was about to arrive, soon. Ols built himself a little hut, and he lived there a couple of years. One day, about 11 years later, Duk showed up. Duk said: ”I have forgiven you. Ga won without your vote!” Ols felt a burning happiness inside, and suddenly...he ignited...

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