The Meeting
The room was tense and silent even air did not dare to make a sound, a group of people were sitting round a candle, it was an oak wood cabin with only necessities such as furniture and a television set, the television set I supposed was not functioning, the rain’s drizzling could be heard from inside but that was not needed to know whether it was raining as the roof was leaking and it would always let out a ‘tom-tom’ as it dropped into the almost full basins.








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