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Sweat House

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I can’t understand it. I never will. Why? And why me?

And why my sister?

He shook my hand with a sweaty group of sausages. He smiled and said his name and even in that short moment of meeting him, with two steps of distance between our bodies and his thick and soft fingers in my hand, I noticed the smell.

From that day on it was always there. I walked past his nodding face behind the reception desk, unsure whether to breathe in deeply or to hold my breath. It was not something that made me jump out of my shoes, but it made my nose itch and my feet sweat. The smell was musky but light, intruding and penetrating but relaxing and, even as that is hard to admit, arousing. Continue reading

Deep down you knew. And you stayed quiet. – K.

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A man. The hands tied behind his back, a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth, his legs bent sidewards. He was placed in the wooden box while alive. It can take up to ten days to die from dehydration.

A white piece of paper stuck to the box with two blue pins.

That’s how you brought me here.

K.

A woman. Her arms tied behind her back. Her lips torn off her face. Her tongue pierced with a fork. A knife in her shoulder. She died from loss of blood.

A white piece of paper, nailed to her chest.

That’s how you made me feel safe. How you fooled me with kind words.

I trusted you. You betrayed me.

K.

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The Donor

“Just so you know,” the doctor said. “It’s an imported one.”

Back then I just nodded and signed. I didn’t know what that meant.

Emma was in a comma. There is not much of a choice if your choice is “save her” or “don’t save her:”

They operated.

I sat in that all-white waiting room with the plastic flowers in the corner and stared at the wall. That’s when the thoughts came. The worries. Continue reading