Stories From The Head

The 54 Conflict "54...54...". What did it mean? He had to know. As he finished his pint of strawberry wine, Øystein let the strange, mysterious number roll gently along his lips: "54!"...He felt an urge to confront his friend with the question "Why is the number that highlights the price-tags on your calendar exactly the number 54?" But he dared not...dared not...dared not confront his friend. Well, friend is a strong word...acquaintance...that's better. Øystein had only known Erlend for a few years (actually 1 1/2), and, though their relationship hadn’t been without thorns, things had never been as serious as "THE 54 CONFLICT". What was Øystein going to do? "54...54...". How could he find the answer to the riddle? His only option was to play the ball to the reluctant Erlend, carefully aware that his frie...sorry, acquaintance would surely react with a false smile and a "...yes...", and continue reading as if he cared for a second about the assignment Stein had given them. Øystein was anxious. Would Erlend continue pretending, or would he open up and level with his "friend"? "...54..."...

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