‘Kor?’ ‘Yes. I’m here to pick you up. They called me.’ Rachael, my sister had gone to a chalet to celebrate a friend’s eighteenth birthday, getting drunk before she even turned eighteen herself. In the white shirt I saw her left house in, in place of her legggings, a pair of exercise shorts clung tightly…Continue readingCharlotte’s Birthday
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The Familiar Face
‘Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me you are closing?’ ‘Cause you actually keep me motivated!’ ‘What nonsense. I’ll leave after packing up. Have a good night.’ The hot Chinese mum, that came into the cafe two days ago with her son, returned alone to do some work on her laptop.…Continue readingThe Familiar Face
Not So Lonely
‘Why are you still up? Not sleepy?’ Sitting in the open BBQ area surrounded by blocks that have gone quiet, nothing was more relaxing than to be alone out there, sipping what’s left of the bottle of whiskey I brought while deep in thoughts. ‘Not yet. I actually like thinking when I’m a little high.…Continue readingNot So Lonely
‘Artistic’ Pornography
‘Can you accompany to a photoshoot? I stupidly signed up with an agent and it’s a bikini shoot. I’ll feel better if you’re there too. She said I could bring someone along.’ Ashe’s concerns were much bigger than my worries and I couldn’t turn her down. We went up to the hotel room as assigned…Continue reading‘Artistic’ Pornography
Fixing the BlackMail
(She pleaded) ‘J? Can you tell me who sent you those videos after I help you?’ ‘Of course. You know you are doing this for me to delete them right?’ ‘Yeah. Come.’ Ginny led me to a staircase in the newly built HDB and squatted behind the door, bag still slung over her shoulder. I…Continue readingFixing the BlackMail