I sat glued to the TV set over those last few days of that year, riveted, along with the rest of the world, y the horrific global nightmare that terrorised everyone’s darkest magination. My TV set was perched back to back against my neighbour’s wall – his bed directly on the other side. Paul was his name. A young novice lawyer, who had moved in a few months prior. I had noticed his absence as door and windows remained tightly shut throughout those December holidays, but didn’t think anything of it, with exception however, of the one time I clearly recall being aware of some dark and strange energy emanating from those mysteriously shadowed windows- truth. It would only be about 3 to 5 days after witnessing this horrifying tragedy across news headlines, that his missing picture would glare right back at me on yet another local news bulletin. I still wear the scarred faces of his parents who had to eventually come clean out the flat. Xxxx Rip to all those –26th December #Tsunami2004
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 14:41:47 +0000
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