Day 1:
Tom Snare hugged Anna and said
goodbye. He felt sad because he wouldn’t see her for 14 days. Then he left for
the mountains.
Day2:
The SMS Anna sent him last night
made him annoyed. She accused him of not telling the truth, not the full truth
at least. She confronted him with questions from the past (did you have intimacy
with her?). She was cross-checking his answers like a police
investigator.
Tom was sick and tired of expressive women.
They talk too much and ask too much, all the time. Tom just wants his freedom,
but will he ever get it? Later, when Tom hiked the mountains, he felt it was
good to get a break from Anna. But he missed her too. He didn’t miss her salty
oyster, but he missed her hugs.
Day
3:
Tom was mad at Anna. She accused
him of things he didn’t feel guilty of. They both had their wounds, they both
have their pain.
Later. Tom was not really mad
anymore. The pain was not too bad. He was getting used to it. Anna felt
betrayed because Tom didn’t tell the full truth. Or maybe he did. Maybe he had
a reason, whatever he did.
There’s no such thing as
happiness. It comes only in short moments. Colorful dots of happiness on a gray
canvas of sadness. That night he found one of the colorful dots, in the literature
created by Murakami.
Day
4:
The weather was gray and cloudy.
So was Tom’s mind. In the evening he met Anna and found a moment of relief.
When they said goodbye and parted, he was so sad. Is this the end, or just a
new beginning?
Day
5:
Is it all over? Was it just a
dream. No it can’t be the case because the feelings are so real. Sometimes he
thinks that women require too much. Why can’t we just be friends? It’s all or
nothing. Exclusive love. It makes it all
so difficult.
Go left, go right, or die. Make
your decision and stick to it. You won’t get another chance. If Anna considered
herself free and single, yes, that would take a weight off his shoulders. It
would make it easier to feel the love, and nothing but the love. Own yourself. Own nobody else.
Day
6:
Tom missed Anna at the gym. He was
running on the treadmill. Running and running. His legs were aching. Come on
Tom, you deserve this. Some pain is good for you, you bastard. Think about the
things you did, and the things you didn’t. You may be a good buy from time to
time, but that’s not what we are talking about today. It’s all the bad stuff.
You deserve some suffering now.
Day
7:
Tom slept with sweet dreams about
Anna. He woke up with a big hard on, and couldn’t get back to sleep. He was so
much looking forward to see Anna again.
Later, when they met in the
botanic garden, he was excited by her new tight pants.
Day
8:
It was early in the evening on a
day in October. The sun was low. The shadows were long. Tom Snare walked down
the street where he lives. He looked down in the pavement while he was walking.
Walking and walking and walking. Suddenly he came to a fence. It was the end of
the street. He had already passed his own house. What was on your mind today Tom?
You’re so absent-minded. Wake up.
Day
9:
Anna was back. She had been sick
for a while, but today she was back. When he met her, Tom felt the spark. His
physical reaction was accordingly, and so was her.
A thrill of excitement.
Day
10:
Tom visited the public library. There’s
nothing like a good read.
Day
11:
Tom worked all day, doing real work, in his
house.
Day
12:
A full day of hard work. Dirty work. Tom’s
face was black like an African.
Tom day-dreamed while he was
working. He dreamed about a threesome, with Anna and an African girl.
Day
13:
Tom took an extra teabag from the
cantina at lunch. His favorite tea, English breakfast. He saved it for later,
when Tom and Anna was going for tea. So enjoyable, sitting there in the sofa,
drinking tea, and Anna’s hands exploring, under his shirt.
Then, after work, time for a
workout in the gym. Tom ran on the treadmill. He felt in good shape and in good
mood. Anna was back, in her tight sports outfit. He watched her thighs when she
exercised and stretched.
It was a good day.
Day
14:
Going on the plane to somewhere.
Going to wherever. Tom traveled alone. He recalled memories of more exciting
trips in the past. Good memories for
sure.
Three hours later, Tom sat with
his back against the wall. Not threatened, not depressed, but literally
speaking against the wall. He bought a cup of coffee and a croissant at the bakery at the mall.
He found a table in the corner
where he could see what was going on, while reading a little bit, in a book he
just bought. A book written by a dark soul, a man who ended his life, way too
early. It was a big contrast to how Tom felt. Happy and in a good mood, even though
it was raining outside.
Maybe it was because of the
pictures Anna sent him last night, pictures of natural beauty, a wonderful product
of evolution.
Where’s the toilet? Tom had to
pee. It was his only problem right now.
Day
15:
It was early in the morning. Very
early in the morning. Tom was up to catch a plane. It happened to be Tom’s birthday.
So what?
Tom is not interested in birthdays, nor
Christmas, nor any celebration related to the random number 365, which happen
to be the number of days it takes to orbit the sun, for the Earth, and probably
only for the Earth. This is interesting only from an astronomic point of view.
Birthday and Christmas celebrations are for kids, age 12 and younger.
Tom was sitting in the plane,
tired, but happy, because he knew that he would meet Anna in less than two
hours.
(A and a random picture to celebrate the mood of the bright days)
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