Ayman Baroudi
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Love forever
Since early morning, it had been raining, making it hard to spend a day in a graveyard. Yet, Ricardo had been sitting now on a bench for an hour, looking at Agatha’s grave and wishing her a happy Valentine’s Day. He’d brought her a box of bittersweet chocolate, a bouquet of roses, a red wine bottle, and a lunch. He was like, ‘Hey, so what! we still have the right to celebrate.’
By Ayman Baroudi2 years ago in Fiction
Love Never Dies
Since early morning, it had been raining, making it hard to spend a day in a graveyard. Yet, Ricardo had been sitting now on a bench for an hour, looking at Agatha’s grave and wishing her a happy Valentine’s Day. He’d brought her a box of bittersweet chocolate, a bouquet of roses, a red wine bottle, and a lunch. He was like, ‘Hey, so what! we still have the right to celebrate.’
By Ayman Baroudi2 years ago in Families
Seduced by the moment
It was the dead hour, between Three and four am - yet the casino at Bellagio’s foyer was still alive. Alfred strolled between the slot machines – smoking, sipping bourbon, and watching folks playing and having fun. Seeing the reels spinning was interesting even though it turned rapidly to create excitement and not more. He knew that the actual result of what would appear on the pay lines had already been chosen by a random number generator determining which combination of symbols should appear in the reels. He watched gamblers winning or losing money, having a big smile or long face, but gambling was the last of Alfred’s concerns that night. His married life was at risk of having divorced, and he wanted a vacation in a vital city like Vegas to take a fateful resolution that would change his life once and forever.
By Ayman Baroudi2 years ago in Confessions
The woman in jeans
It was a sunny, hot, and humid day, as any of Beirut’s other days during summer. Such weather combined with the effect of the sea air made Sammy feel hot and get frustrated and lonely like any other day. He admired the fancy Maserati - which stopped next to his car at the traffic light - and looked on the blond lady sitting in the Maserati with favor. He checked her out, memorized her features to fancy her for the rest of the day.
By Ayman Baroudi2 years ago in Confessions
Lost & found
Jack lost touch with reality and lived in an illusion. He imagined he was a congressman, a commander-in-chief, a chancellor, an author, or any other character. To bring his daydreams to semi-realty, Jack loved going on vacations alone, meeting new people, and introducing himself in a way that satisfied his fluctuating mood.
By Ayman Baroudi2 years ago in Fiction
Princess from Iran
On 16 January 1979, Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi of Iran had fled Iran in exile as the last Persian monarch. It was a tragic day for the Shah. And for a different reason, totally other reason, it was also a difficult day for Max, the public relations officer in one of five stars hotels in Dubai.
By Ayman Baroudi2 years ago in Fiction
The Voice
Jack lost touch with reality and lived in an illusion. He imagined he was a congressman, a commander-in-chief, a chancellor, or an author. Occasionally, Jack acted as the boss of all bosses and talked like Marlon Brando in The Godfather. His daydreams responded to his unstable ways and his changing feelings each day. When he was angry, nothing would stop him from thinking like a serial killer—finishing off all types of people who may cause him anger.
By Ayman Baroudi2 years ago in Fiction
MR. X and Mrs. Y Cruising the Caribbean
Mr. X was alone at the deck, looking into the dark seawater of the midnight. An image of a lady waved in his mind. He did not dare to talk to her during the week of cruising the Caribbean. ‘She looks like a black widow spider eats the male after they mate. Yet she has an irresistible appeal that makes me sweat and causes my heart to beat fast,’ Mr. X did not have enough time to go further talking to himself. Mrs. Y came to the deck holding a glass of wine and stood not far from him looking into the dark seawater of midnight.
By Ayman Baroudi3 years ago in Fiction
Roberto was not safe in Thailand.
Roberto, the fifty-year-old filmmaker and the most elegant single in LA, had been demanding, picky, rarely in a sunny mood. No one except his loyal secretary Samia could work for him for a year, and no woman loved him longer than a month.
By Ayman Baroudi3 years ago in Fiction