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Lana V Lynx
Bio
Avid reader and occasional writer of satire and short fiction. For my own sanity and security, I write under a pen name. My books: Moscow Calling - 2017 and President & Psychiatrist
Stories (248/0)
Boomerang of Happiness - 5
Walking home from the dinner, Alex suddenly realized that it was not about his Party membership. Especially because the issue had never came up. Anna's father did not even ask if Alex wanted to join the Party. But his last question made Alex think about his relationship with Anna. Suddenly, it dawned on him that Anna's parents considered Alex their daughter's potential suitor and the realization scared him. He still could not imagine himself dating anyone, but with the knowledge that Anna may want more from their relationship he felt he could not continue seeing her any more. Because it would be equal to knowingly deceiving her, giving her false hope.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 4
Anna's parents were happy she was spending so much time with Alex. Since Anna was single, she still lived with them. She was the only child; her father still called her “my doll” and spoiled her like she was a little girl. By the time Anna met Alex, her father rose high up in the party ranks and was the deputy Communist Party chief for the entire station. “Big Party shot,” everyone called him. He couldn’t wait for Anna to get married and give him some grandchildren. When Anna told her parents she was dating Alex, the famed engineer with a brilliant future in store for him, Anna’s father couldn’t be happier. Once in awhile, he would ask Anna how things between her and Alex were going, and when she invariably said “fine,” he was quite satisfied.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang Of Happiness - 3
Next day, Anna was waiting for Alex at the cafeteria to return five kopeks. He at first refused it, but she insisted and said it was a matter of principle for her, as if it was not five kopeks but five hundred rubles. So he reluctantly took the coin and just as reluctantly agreed to sit at lunch with her again. Like the first time, she chatted away all her lunchtime at him, and he pretended to listen.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 2
Alex was grieving for over two years. During this period, he was transferred several times from one place of work to another, from one strategic object to the next one, and took up shorter assignments as business trips. The frequent movement around the entire Soviet Union kept him going and distracted from thinking about Irina.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 1
In the late 1980s, Alex was a promising young Soviet engineer and inventor gifted with a special ability to clearly see and predict where the communication technologies would move in the future. He was one of those rare types whom nature generously gave everything: looks, smarts, and kindness of heart. Alex was about 5’9”, had an athletic body thanks to his passion for volleyball, swimming and biking, wavy black hair that he always wore short, and deep hazel eyes. Thanks to his good nature, Alex had a lot of friends who always wanted him at their parties because he played a guitar and had a great singing voice. In short, everyone loved him and he had great prospects for his future.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
If Only Pear Could Talk
A big beautiful spreading pear proudly stood in the middle of the family backyard. It was not the only fruit tree there, there were also apple, mulberry and tart cherry trees. It was not the oldest in the family’s little orchard, that would be the two mulberries, but the pear tree was the biggest and obviously the most valuable as it sat right in the center, providing shade for a big part of the backyard. It had been planted by the patriarch of the family, a father of two girls at the time, in 1951, to celebrate finishing the construction of the main house on his little farm. In more than 40 years of its existence, the pear tree saw a lot of the family life and the way the village changed.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction