Five shampoos
It took five shampoos for Queen to get rid of the syrup that with the summer heat had frozen her hair like a model in a trendy gel ad.
He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.
"Next time, try with dishwashing liquid!"
He went to the kitchen and took a can of Canari Cola, the drink of which 1% of the profits were donated directly to associations campaigning for the reintegration of the canary back into its natural environment and he lay down on a sofa in the living room, a towel around the waist.
He opened the can and drank a few sips.
He looked at his cell phone, no network...
He then picked up the landline phone and dialed Germain Publishing in Metrotown, the capital.
SOFT MUSIC-
"Editions Germain, hello."
"Hello, ma' am, this is steeven queen, could I speak to mr. Lonchan, please?"
"Don't quit!"
SOFT MUSIC-
"Mr Lonchan's office, I'm listening!"
"Hello, ma' am, Steeven queen,... I called you two or three times last week,... I'd like to talk to Mr Lonchan."
"Ah..." I'm sorry, Mr. Queen, but Mr. Lonchan is currently in a meeting and... Mr. Queen? Can you hear me?"
There's no answer.
Mr. Queen had hung up, he was tired.
Tired of the falsely polite lies of this secretary bitch, tired of his life as a loser writer, tired of this crazy world.
He felt like he was wasting himself, wasting himself just as he was wasting needlessly dead people in the writing of scenes paradoxically bloody as well as flat. All those lives that his imagination loved to ruin!!
The city, the country and perhaps even the whole world were on fire and bloody and Steeven Queen was probably the most crappy science fiction writer since the Akkadians, in 2000 BC.
Steeven thought that he would have done better to tell the story of his day...
He found a fast and deep sleep thanks to sleeping pills.
He dreamed that he was becoming famous for love stories.
Maybe it wasn't all desperate.
End of the first chapter!
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