Short stories and poems
A strange journey
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It was a day like the others. John Cake woke up and went to eat. He looked
out of the window and he saw that it was a day of rainstorm. He thought that he had
to be careful because he was a taxi driver. So he went outside and he began his
work. The sky was black and there wasn’t a soul out there. Papers flew everywhere.
John drove a woman to a pub and she said:
“Have you heard the terrible new?”
John answered:
“No, what has happened?”
“There are problems in the cemetery of Paris. The dead aren’t there anymore,
they disappeared…” she said.
“It may have been a joke!” he laughed.
After several journeys, it was the
end of the day. He received a call
from an old woman who wanted to
go to the cemetery. He hesitated
but he accepted. They arrived at
the cemetery. She asked him to
wait for her. She went into the
cemetery. He was waiting in his car.
The night was falling. The time
seemed long to him. The news on
the radio said that everybody had
to stay at home, it was an
obligation, a crazy girl had escaped
from an asylum. He turned off the
radio. John was more and more worried. He was falling asleep when he saw the old
woman came slowly. She opened the door and settled down on the seat. John
looked at her in the mirror and he said:
“You have something red around your mouth. It’s strange.”
“I know. Can I tell you a secret?” she asked.
“Well…yes…” he answered.
There was a silence…And she screamed:
“I eat the dead!!!”
Magazine Without Borders
Issue n°2
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