favorite fix

The new book by your favorite writer arrives in the mail.

You try and reach home early from work.

Take a quick bath, drop your guards and start reading.

The first three lines break your heart, they are breathtakingly beautiful.

And then you are in a fix.

What if the rest of the book isn’t as good?

Will it be easy to carry on living with the disappointment then?

But what if it is even better than those lines?

What if it becomes your favorite book?

One, that just like true love, will have to get over.

Sooner or later.

Getting even.

“Extra cheese makes everything better. Except love..”

The delivery boy said, “Nice to know ma’am, but you still owe me eight bucks.”

“You know good food is the closest we come to feeling true love, forgetting real pain? Food is the best anesthetic.”

 He said, “I am glad I could be of help! Eight bucks still.”

“Stop measuring happiness with money.” She said.

“But it’s my money, and your happiness. Unmatched equation.” He said.

“Get going boy, I don’t have another penny.” She said.

He picked up a piece and took a sumptuous bite.

“Now we are even.” He said.

Upstairs 5 or Hello Stranger!

Gladly had a strange mind.

You give her a chocolate and she’ll doubt you. You ask her to climb up the traffic post at night and break the lights so they don’t disturb the homeless, and she’ll be your friend.

She picked up the note, and thought for a second.

Then took out her nib pen, wrote something on it, and slipped it back.

“Weak in math?” it said.

The note didn’t come back for a while.

When Donny finally opened the door, Gladly was already gone.

Seeing no one, Donny turned.

Something was scribbled on his door.

Hello, stranger!

Upstairs 4 or Donny should have bought that hammer

Now Donny never admitted this in front of his friends, but he was not scared of thieves or murderers. 
The only thing he was ever scared of was ghosts.

That’s the first thing he thought when he heard a strange noise in the other room.

And this was no ordinary ghost.

This one was breaking his bloody door down.

He looked around. There was hardly anything to fight it with.

He should have bought that hammer when mother asked him to.

All he had was pen and paper.

So he drew a biggish + and slipped it under the door.