The next day I set off. When I entered the cave I felt like Ulysses trying to cheat the Cyclops, that one-eyed monster. Probably you don’t understand what I’m talking about. I mean this is not the only beautiful and magnificent story that has died in that great fire. At least that is what they think.
There are hundreds of these stories. I will read them aloud in here. To my small but beautiful audience. Kathy immediately agreed to accompany me. Somehow I always knew she would.
Published in Writers News. Guide to writing competitions. 1998-1999 Edition. Pp. 46-48.
© 1998 Ludo Schildermans, Antwerp. All rights reserved. May not be reproduced in any form without the written consent of the author.
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