Damir Avdic
The traces
The quiet after a song
both gone
and holding place.
It’s always sunny when one has to leave.
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For some unknown reason, my heart is outside my body, frozen into pieces in a freezer. I decide to do something with this heart, to get rid of it, so I no longer have it in the freezer, to eliminate the potential of having it there. I decide to blend it. I turn on the blender, and pinkish-red water along with pieces of the heart fly onto the wall. My parents and my cousin sitting in the other room ask me what happened, and I lie that everything is okay as I look at the wall with a huge bloody stain from my heart. They ask me what I wanted to talk about with them, and I lie that it was nothing special, just something about when dinner would be that evening. I don't really know what I wanted to talk about. At one moment, either my mom or my cousin walks into the kitchen, passes by the stain on the wall, and surprisingly for me, they don't see it, even though it's very obvious. Then I wake up.