The woman with secrets, and the man without shadow
It is easy to believe a woman has secrets, but almost nobody believes that a man without shadow can exist. From this point of confusion we start our story. Even stories are not what they used to be with “once upon a time” Actually, most of the stories in our lives repeat themselves, all of them are a modified version of the first story we lived. If I have to be totally honest, most of the stories should have less lies. Of course, lies are not bothering as much as the truth, especially the one thrown in the face likes a white glove. Take the lies in one story, and you’ll see how people will growl at you. Well, our story has no lie in it, but neither some truth. How is this possible? Very simple. Because this story is written on the thin line between the truth and lie.
Our woman with secrets was walking on this line like a ballerina in full storm on the sea. No storm is passing without wreckage, so we have: a shoe without laces, a clock without tongue, a bottle with no message, a cake with no cherry, a bench with no old people, a story without an ending, and, of course, a man without shadow. The man had no shadow because he ran so much and so fast that his own shadow couldn’t keep up with him anymore and left the man alone, like any guardian angel. The woman had more secrets than a dog had fleas, although her secrets weren’t jumping from here to there, but were as mute as fish. Because of the weight of her secrets, she couldn’t walk, out of the question to be able to run. Can you imagine her surprise when she saw a man who could only run? Luckily, the time stopped, out of respect for the watch without tongue, and both of them stood on the bench and ate the cake. The shoe with no lace had no problem with this lack, because many years ago he went in the prison for shoes, and he was all the time worried not to hang himself with his own lace while sleeping. You already understood that this story has no end, so probably you wonder what happened with the bottle without message. I cannot tell you what happened afterwards, because it is one tiny truth in our story, and that is nobody ever knows what will happen next.
NATAȘA ALINA CULEA