Stories From The Head

The 54 Conflict Hurra couldn’t quite remember the last time he had felt surrounded by real friends. He got on his motor-alin and drove away as fast as the speed limit allowed. Hurra wasn’t the only one to be satisfied with such high speed limits, but how could he know? He couldn’t, he truly couldn’t. When he arrived at the building, he got frightened, frightened by a nameless fear, a fear which had no name to identify it. Hurra started walking around the block, and if he got hungry...he just ate. Hurra possessed lots of food. Of course, he never ate from his own food, he just couldn’t. He KNEW it would be wrong. When he had satisfied his hunger, he continued walking. Suddenly he heard an enormous explosion 3 or 4 meters behind his back. He didn’t bother to turn around to let his eyes catch a brief glimpse of what was going on. Hurra KNEW what was happening. He knew his motor-alin had burst into flames, and then exploded in an ocean of flames burning every filthy rat in the gutter. Yes, Hurra knew it. He always did. He took a look at his watch, and there was no doubt at all. The display was to be trusted, and the number was easy to figure: ”54”...

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