Who calls death?

I call…

Pass…

Threw…

    And then all my money was gone.

    I came out of the casino and thought for a moment. I felt nothing. I had nothing to deal with now and so I had no feeling. Like you know, the feeling starts at the moment when you want to have something and now that I had lost all my things I had no feeling. I was no more.

    I lit a cigarette and drop the burnt match-stick on the ground. Inhaled the first amount of smoke and closed my eyes for a second. I went to the parking lot for my car, but it wasn’t there. Maybe some asshole had stolen it! I looked at its empty place. I could hear my breath, but no feeling again. My left ear was itching. So I put my left hand's point finger inside it and scrape it. I looked at the car's empty place once more and walked toward the parking's door.

    I walked like I had no intention or destination, but my habits led me toward my home. The lights are gone. Delayed tax. Rooms are as empty as hell. Hum. I sold everything.

    I looked the watch. It was 3 am. I turned around. What else I had in my home? No better to make it house. My house?

    Nothing. So why to feel sorry for?

    I sleep.

    Goodnight.

Milad Kamkar