Burwarim’s Crossroads

Mr. Burwarim was busy dusting the books on the top shelf when the doorbell rang. “I’ll be with you in a second,” the old man called out while his wrinkly fingers firmly held on to the old wooden ladder that had slightly bent to the side when he had shifted his weight.  His free hand…

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Morning Shenanigans

I must have had a peaceful dream. A noisy clatter followed by a high-pitched scream that came from across the hallway startles me and roughly brings me back to the present that I had already dreaded the night before. There are countless ways how you should wake up after a night of heavy drinking and…

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