Protagonists

Episode 1: Fiona

I write this while avoiding to think about any interpretation of dreaming about water I ever heard, sought out or stumbled upon; especially the Freudian one.

*Googles ‘Freud’s interpretation of dreams’ to reassure himself*

You might not know the story behind how someone learned that saying “porn is for people who lack imagination is so much worse than admitting that they like porn” but you will learn more about them by looking into their eyes. If you stared long enough — without seeming like an introvert trying to hard to socialize — you’ll be able to travel in time and space, gain some perspective, forget about all your insecurities, relate to a story someone else had told you long time ago, (and maybe if you’re lucky) lose yourself to ignore the long and complex sentences while you’re writing.

With enough first looks into strangers’ eyes and flashbacks, you’ll regret you ever wished the world would end just to get out of an awkward situation. What if it actually ended, what about all the others who are about to make their first move, look into someone’s eyes for the first time, touch the body of someone they’ve admired for so long, their first fight (not encouraging any form of physical violence by the way but this is what you have to say when there isn’t a second character to dump it on them).

Enough with that and the overuse of the word ‘enough’.

This is a story about a bad date with a nice lady, what does a stripper with a heart of gold mean and drunk people who flip you off at 1 a.m then throw their most precious possession (a can of beer) at you while you’re peacefully running to get some paper towels from a 24/7 drug store, trying to hold in with all the power you’ve got anything that might get out of your body.

Or .., maybe not!

Maybe it’s a story about indecisiveness, about adding some mystery to a life that’s pulling every last bit you had of it and drowned you in old — not so good — routine.

But whatever this story is about, it is not about the boyfriend who died in an accident that looked a lot like suicide over five years ago, finding and losing the love of your life, all the packing, that long talks at the beach that almost changed you for the best, the promises of change you made to yourself and definitely, not about that lesbian porn that was so good that made you wish you were a woman.