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The lucky coin

“What are you looking for?” the police constable asked, eyeing the young man crawling on his knees under the park bench. “My lucky coin,” the young man replied, still searching the ground. “Your what?” The cop’s irritation was evident. “My lucky gold coin,” the young man repeated, patting the grass around him. “Get out from under there before I have to use my baton,” the constable said sharply. The young man scrambled to his feet. The cop studied him closely, mentally matching his face to the local criminal mugshots. The young man was tall and thin, looking more puzzled than dangerous. “Care to explain what’s going on?” the cop asked. The young man began, “I live in a housing society as a paying guest. The flat number is B23. I share it with five other guys. We’re all preparing for various employment exams.” “So you’re all unemployed?” “No, I have… The lucky coin

A place to rent

We were on the hunt for a place to rent. The agent had told us about a house a few kilometers from our current flat, which was set to expire in a month. With rental agreements usually lasting a year, time was running out for us. Both working as software engineers at a small IT firm, we commuted together. The downside was our low salaries; even combined, they barely covered our expenses. We were looking for a rental in a lower-middle-class area of the city. “It’s ten thousand per month,” the agent said. “Ten thousand?” I asked, astonished. “Yes, ten thousand,” he repeated. My wife and I exchanged surprised glances. This rate was significantly below the market value; in this area, rents typically started at fifteen thousand. “Why is it so cheap?” I asked. “What’s the catch?” “There’s no catch,” the agent replied, then cleared his throat. “The owner is… A place to rent

Why do you write?

Why do you write? Has anyone ever asked you this question? If this was directed at me, well, I have my answers ready. I always liked to write. Put me in front of a group of people and ask me to speak, and I am all at a loss for words. But, give me a pen and paper or its modern version, the computer, or a tablet and ask me to type out something and watch the words flow. I have no illusions about my writing skills. They are average, but that does not stop me. I love to write. I have tried my hand at free verse, I am working on a novelette and post regularly on my blog. Furthermore, I do all this in my leisure time. Again, back to the same question. Why do I write? I believe writing is fueled by our desire to communicate. To… Why do you write?