Affection

The Logic of One
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The Logic of One

Whenever Fifties and Rong met up, it always turned out to be a promising event for ethanol use. Bottles of whiskey evaporated without a trace, but the water contents of bottles of beer were traceable to the sewers found in any town they met up, courtesy of their tipples. However, both guys were in denial of the edification they got drinking together. They never met up for trivial or leisure purposes, but ended up using alcohol creatively under the precept of the ‘rule of one’ in both rational and self-deceiving ways.

The ‘rule of one’ had started at their very first drinking meeting five years ago in a bar in St Albans. Rong had suggested they have ‘one’ drink each, one-one. It was one can of Heineken export (0.5 litres) each, a lovely drink that evening. As the time rolled on, both men sought ways to defy the rule of one, one-one. The attempt to use the maths square and cube of one failed; the result was one. Read More “The Logic of One”

One-Time Train Encounter
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One-Time Train Encounter

Victoria Station has always been an underrated masterpiece of London. Imagine London without it; I won’t. The sun was glaring outside the station that morning, but not giving London any sensible warmth. The warmth was to come later, possibly with love. Albanny Korrow, like most other males on the train platform, was wearing bi-thermal attire, which could be practical in both mild summer and mild winter weather. Albanny Korrow, a dark-skinned man, was wearing his most predictable outfit; suede wallabies; brown corduroy trousers, shirt, and jacket, but of different shades of each other. Even his satchel-bag and suitcase were brown. As he was about to embark on the train at Victoria station, one of the many ladies around had in an instant bewitched him without his seeing her face. Read More “One-Time Train Encounter”