Bar and Cafe

The door was open. The store was open. In fact, somehow everything in the town was open but the streets were empty and there wasn't anyone to enter, not a soul to share the gloomy sunlight on the terrace. Nobody came. Many shop assistants, bar and café staff stayed home too but it didn't matter anyway.

Half a dozen pigeons were fooling about at the fountain on the middle of the square. It was theirs now. Normally, they, the birds wouldn't have chance to get close to it, too many people around, children playing with the water. Today it was theirs; Only Birds Day. Birds and other wildlife were moving outside only.

A bravehearted pigeon wondered into the bar, flying carefully, checking around then eventually setting on the bar right in front of me. 'What can I get you sir?' I asked him although I could not have told its gender. It did not answer but started walking up and down with its head swinging back and forth at every step. He, I firmly decided it was a he even though my observations did not clarify it, so he was checking, measuring the place inspecting everything, turning his head to all directions. He was probably interested in the things he could get there.

I gave George some water, I decided his name was George, just a hunch. George didn't appreciate the water; he gave me a stern look. I guessed maybe beer would go down better. Soon dozens of birds were having an afternoon at my bar. By the evening the place was crowded with animals of all sorts from around the city. The event turned out to be one of the greatest parties my bar has ever held…

This happened some five years back and since then every year for one day they come, take over my bar when the country comes to a halt to watch the president's birthday banquet on telly.

Written 11m 35s

Typed 15m 20s (try to do anything when a 4 years old is around)

Edited 04m 23s

Wings

They were standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, they behavior seemed to make no sense at all. A strong wind, a sudden change and they all would have fallen, taken to flying like autumn leaves do when letting go of the branch after deciding the high breeze is safe to fall into.

But the wind hasn't changed and the figures remained, waiting. Waiting and anticipating the arrival of the wind because they were not going to fall. One would think that surly, the wind will rip them off the cliff and drop them into the abyss below to crash on sharp rocks and weekend campers' left behind tins. They knew it would not.

They were not going to fall because they had wings. Magnificent, bright, sparkling sails that they now freed from underneath their cloaks, unfolding them into the bright morning sun never to hide them again. All five were standing angle like, resting their eyes on the world below. And suddenly the wind they were waiting on came and off they went. They began their lifelong journey in the skies never to touch the ground with their feet, never to hide their wings beneath dusty cloaks, never to return to the place where they were born.

Written 10m 08s

Typed 08m 42s

Edited 05m 03s

Strwberry dream

Stefan opened his eyes and the room slowly came to focus around him. He was sitting in the armchair in the corner. There was a bed, a small table with a chair, large amounts of paper and notes on the table. There was a great wardrobe and a shabby rag on the floor. It seemed this was a bedroom as he led his attention slowly around the features. Then he realized, this was his own bedroom. A book was lying on the floor, he dropped it when he fell asleep reading. It was hard to remember now what was it about, that was before the dream and everything before the dream was blurry, everything seemed insignificant.

It felt as if this dream was more than just a dream, in fact, more than a vision or a 'seeing' dream. He became someone else while his consciousness left the world and he was aware that a part of him remained there. Wherever there was. Should he close his eyes, would he be there again? Standing in the queue, chattering to her friends, ordering a strawberry ice-cream? 'What on earth a strawberry is?' he wondered to himself. He could not have imagined the taste before.

He wanted to go back, see what would happen next, so he leaned back comfortably and closed his eyes... Nothing happened. Nothing at all except that he realized his hunger, in his own body, in his own room in his own reality. He stood up and walked downstairs to the kitchen looking for something that at least would remind him to the wonderful taste of strawberry ice-cream.

written 10m 22s

typed 10m 27s

edited 03m 37s