Discussion about this post

User's avatar
Scott MacLeod's avatar

Drake stared down the barrel of a pair of beady brown eyes. He had been negotiating with this worthless bastard for years. Why he kept agreeing to it was a mystery. He’d been lied to. Deceived. Strung along with empty promises. Jesus, the poor guy looked awful. Maybe Drake should cut him some slack.

Drake’s lips moved but the other man started to speak at the same time. Always interrupting his efforts.

Drake leaned in, squinted, looked more closely. Was that a crack or just a streak? He made a note to pick up some Windex, that mirror was filthy.

Expand full comment
Rolando Andrade's avatar

My 100 mg of Negotiation:

Today, Mary sat face to face with the sea. She believes that the sea has the answer for her, it's just a matter of negotiating. That's why she decided to come today on the beach of her childhood.

she sits on the sand, stares out at the immense sea and asks him aloud:

- What are your terms? What do I have to do to lose myself forever, diluted in every molecule of your water?

She believes she has to lose herself forever in the sea, in order to bring back the raw, uncontainable joy that must be part of life..

Expand full comment
27 more comments...

No posts