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boletbufo · 5 years
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29th of July 2019
“A boy needs his father” Vivian muttered as he took another sip of his vodka.
“He’s not a child anymore, Viv. He doesn’t look like one and he doesn’t act like one”. Vivian observed Ian’s distance in his eyes, the numbness, the apathy… It all made her sick. She felt sudden splurge of anger rush through her body.
“Christ, Ian! He’s acting out, he’s mad, he just needs attention, can’t you see? He’s only fourteen. He needs you there!”
“And where the hell do you think I am? He’s got a roof to live under and his expenses covered. He’s fine, Vivian!”
Vivian had been there before. It was blatantly obvious but her blind brother would not acknowledge it. He couldn’t see past his own addiction.
“Okay, let’s play it your way, then. Where is your son right now?”
“Christ, Viv, really? It’s noon so I don’t know, school probably?”
The timing couldn’t have been any better, and just as he finished uttering those words, the door opened and there he was. A blue-eyed boy, too muscular for his age, wearing ripped up jeans and a tank top. He looked confused. He clearly was not expecting to see Vivian there.
“Hey, Ian. Hi, Viv.”, he hesitated “is anything the matter?”
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boletbufo · 5 years
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28th of July
"I miss moments like this more than anything”, she said as she gazed into the horizon, hoping her brother would get at least a glimpse of what she was feeling inside. She hesitated for a second, wondering if she should add anything to make herself clearer, but her brother went on to say:
“You know, Janet, I think you have come to romanticise this place too much…”, she looked over to him with visible disappointment in her eyes and he quickly added “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I don’t miss them too, but you know. It’s healthy for us to move on from it all, and go on with our lives.” Something inside her just broke. She tried hard to breath in and out and stay calm, but she could feel a lump forming in her throat and tears rushing to her navy-blue eyes.
“How can you just say that? Do you even realise what you’re saying?”
“Hey, look, Janet, calm down, I’m only saying… I know this has been hard for you, and to be fair it’s been hard for everyone, but…”
“But what, Jonathan, What? Have you even noticed this is the first time we’ve even hung out together since they passed away?” She looked at him but he couldn’t look back, he gazed into the horizon, knowing she had a point, trying to find the right words. Bugger. Words never were his thing.
“You’re right, we probably should be spending more time together, but this place… It brings back so many memories and I just… It’s hard to deal with, ok? I’m not made of stone either.” She looked at him with clear disagreement on her face. “And you know, I’m concerned about you. You don’t look so good. I was wondering if you should see your therapist again. I know you’re prone to depression and if this could be a trigger for you somehow…”
She had had enough. “Don’t even go there, Jonathan. My mental health has never been a concern for you and it won’t start being one now. For the record, I have been seeing my therapist regularly.”
“Jane, for Christ’s sakes! I am genuinely concerned for you; I mean just look at you! When was the last time you even showered? You also look like you haven’t been sleeping… God, I don’t know, maybe those pills you used to take would help.”
“You know what, I’m done with this. Goodbye, Jonathan.”
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boletbufo · 5 years
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Welcome to BoletBufĂł!
BoletBufó is a site where I (Bolet, mushroom in Catalan in case you’re interested) will be posting the outcomes of my daily writing project. I will be using various writing prompt websites such as http://writingexercises.co.uk/dialogue-generator.php and others. I probably will be posting in English, Catalan and Spanish. If any of you are interested I can provide you with translations. 
Please also feel free to comment and give me feedback if you want to, I don’t bite!
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