Hi All,

yesterday 17.30 I called my dad on his mobile.

Biiip...silence....Biiiip.....silence.....Biiiip whispering voice: "Hello?"
Me: "Hi Dad!"
Whispering voice: "I'm in the cinema."
Me: "Yes, I know."
Whispering voice, with angry tone: "I have to hang up now."
Me: "OK, byyyeee."

You see, my father had told me in the morning he would go to the cinema, and I know that he invariably forgets to switch off his mobile phone during the session, hahahaha...AAAAaaaaahhhh, I hate myself sometimes.

Have a nice day
Alex


Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. "Becky my darling," he whispered.
"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."
He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess."
"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky,"everything's all right, go to sleep."
"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I .... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your mother!"
"I know, my sweet one" whispered Becky, "that's why I poisoned you."

© Alex Alexandrino 2000-2003