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Carol: The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance

Perhaps some words of wisdom? Such as ‘the foolish man seeks happiness in the distance’.

Loke Mun hadn’t been in London for a while. London was a great city, and it happened to be the one in which he had both gotten his certification as a dentist, and nurtured his love for all things espionage-related. He recalled feverish dreams blending the two: extracting a tooth only to discover some unfathomable device in it, handpieces with hidden mikes, on and on.

The Millenium bridge had been only a sparkle in somebody’s eyes in his student days. Now it was a thrumming metal thing thousands of people crossed every day. Loke Mun liked to stand in the middle and feel the vibrations under his feet. To his left, there was St. Paul’s Cathedral; to his right, Tate Modern, that hulk of a building. As he stood, his hands in his pockets, feet slightly apart, he scanned the crowd for faces.
After ten minutes, satisfied, he fluffed up his scarf and left.


Linoleum floors.

Green slatted windows to the sides, ledges very dusty
Hairballs on the floor, scuff marks from the tables and shoes

Pastel striped pink cupboards and sliding whiteboards. Behind the whiteboards are cupboards: Chinese newspapers, waterbottles, files , stationery, ties… Dusty. Clothes of dubious origin. No one wants them.
In the cupboards below the whiteboards: changing areas, boots with polish and all, files, more newspapers.

Teacher’s table: littered with rubber bands and paper clips of all sizes. Newspapers. Things to be given out, but never were, and have long passed their time of usefulness. The visualiser, bolted to the table. The dirty, scratched glass screen protecting the CRT monitor under the table. Dust accumulating just about everywhere, especially in teh corners of the recesses which house the windows.

Sometimes people leave things behind: sweaters slung over the bak of chairs in all colours and materials, CCA shirts and shoes and shorts and assorted clothes; many people leave their mark by leavhing things behind.

On the cork boards, notices which no one ever reads: look on the floor, there’s a Chiense answer key which we were supposed to refer to. Some graffiti, poorly spelled.

note to self

After their mother passes away, two sisters are handed two envelopes as part of her will; one is for the father they presumed dead, the other is to be handed to the brother they didn’t know existed.

In the New Orleans ­underground, a private investigator of the undead, tracks an artifact that will help prevent a war from breaking out among his werewolf, vampire, and zombie clients.

When a newly paralyzed DJ discovers that he possesses the power to heal people with his hands, he uses his gift to achieve fame and fortune. Unable to cure himself, he slowly confronts his worst demons and comes to terms with his own humanity.

As an alternative to sending her troubled young son to a psychiatric hospital, a devoted mother allows her boy to live out a fantasy: that he is the head-of-household since his father left to find work in the U.S.

A family looks to prevent evil spirits from trapping their comatose child in a realm called The Further.

An elite assassin takes on an apprentice who has a connection to one of his earlier targets.

Plagued by a series of apocalyptic visions, Curtis questions whether to shelter his family from a coming storm, or from himself.

Uxbal is a dour man but a devoted husband and father who, thanks to his ability to read the minds of the recently deceased, ekes out a living in Barcelona.

An experimental government program sends a soldier back in time, where he wakes up in the body of a commuter who witnesses a train bombing and is presented with just 8 minutes to figure out who is responsible.

Settlers traveling through the desert find themselves lost in harsh conditions, unsure whether their guide has intentionally led them into danger.

After Babydoll is institutionalized by her wicked stepfather, she creates a dream world that helps her cope with her harsh reality. Determined to free herself, she invites Rocket , Sweet Pea, Blondie, and Amber to join her in a fight against their captors.

While vying for the coveted lead roles in a production of Swan Lake, a veteran ballerina enters into a twisted friendship with a promising new dancer that threatens to consume her.

Four bumbling jihadists attempt to carry out an attack in northern England.

A young lawman moves to a rural community with his pregnant wife, anticipating the quiet and calm surroundings. On his first day at work, however, the area’s most feared citizen returns with a vengeance.

A young girl sent to live with her father and his new girlfriend discovers creatures in her new home who want to claim her as one of their own.

In a hospital, an injured stuntman begins to tell a fellow patient, a little girl with a broken arm, a fantastical story about 5 mythical heroes. Thanks to his fractured state of mind and her vivid imagination, the line between fiction and reality starts to blur as the tale advances.

When a machine that allows therapists to enter their patient’s dreams is stolen, all hell breaks loose. Only a young female therapist can stop it.

A 9-year-old girl weathers big changes in her household as her parents become radical political activists.

To save her relationship, a woman puts herself through extensive plastic surgery.

A detective investigates a mysterious motel room, which acts as a portal to alternate universe.

A weird new ice cream truck comes around. A few days later, kids who bought ice cream from the truck go missing.

You get a new dog. One day, you find out that it talks- and only to you. And, above all, it loves to gossip.

The story of a terminally ill teenage girl who falls for a boy who likes to attend funerals and their encounters with the ghost of a Japanese kamikaze pilot

During the finale of The Maze, an incredibly popular reality show, the transmission is mysteriously stopped.

In the isolation ward at the psychiatric hospital, a troubled new arrival is spooked by a ghostly presence that no one else will admit to seeing. As her peers begin to disappear, she takes it upon herself to uncover the ward’s dark secret.

When Nathan, who has always felt distanced from his parents, discovers that he was kidnapped as a child, he begins to uncover a vast conspiracy and must go on the run in order to survive.

When Mr. Popper inherits six penguins, his apartment is turned into a wondrous Antarctic paradise in order to accommodate his “children”. Along the way, the career-driven businessman begins to learn what matters most in life.

As Will and his family relocate to a quaint New England town, they soon learn that a mother and her two children were murdered in the same residence. While most everyone thinks the killer is the husband who survived the incident, Will works with a local woman to piece together an even more disturbing puzzle.

When a tragedy strikes close to home, four police officers struggle with their faith and their roles as husbands and fathers; together they make a decision that will change all of their lives.

Gregory ascended the stone stairs automatically, sifting through the stack of junk mail that had accumulated in two days’ absence. He rounded the corner, feeling the sudden draft which signalled his apartment- right opposite a pair of French windows which never closed. Even after his concussion, he could remember things like this. Maybe it hadn’t been that bad.

Still not looking up, he unlocked the door and went in.

He was so engrossed in his mail, he tripped over the bag at his door and landed on an errant rug- what was it doing there? Gregory threw his mail aside, closed the door and pulled the bag closer.

That was not his bag. Even though he sometimes got the date or his name wrong, this was definitely not his bag. Too expensive. He touched a finger to the handle and sniffed it.

Leather- real leather- and wood. Branded stuff. Whoever last handled it had eaten bacon and oranges for- no, not breakfast, scent too old- for supper, maybe. And faint scent of perfume and- what was this?- some other smell. Without opening the bag he knew this was a woman’s bag.

But he unzipped it anyway and riffled through its contents: clothes, toiletries, a book. Obviously a woman’s. Amount of clothes: by what he knew of women, enough for maybe a day or two. All the clothes smelled fresh, so she was entering. Entering his house? Why?

Book was cheap- some romantic novel, featuring a busty blonde and a shiny bronzed man embracing. Gregory made a face. Peeking inside, he saw a written name: Susan. Just Susan. Gregory searched his memory. He know anyone named Susan? Uh, no.

Gregory reached the bottom of the bag. He found nothing else of interest, so he put everything back in and zipped up the bag. Satisfied, Gregory made a mental note to tell Pollux tomorrow- except his mental notes rarely lasted. He scribbled on a Post-it, pasted it on his dining table. Help him remember.

Out of habit Gregory ambled over to the bedroom-
“ARGH! Who are you what are you doing here!”
There was a woman- red lips, shoulder-length hair, same perfume as ‘Susan’ but with added smell of fried chicken- on his bed. Gregory clutched a scarf for support.
“You’re… You must be Susan. With the bag.”
“Greg? You okay?”
“Uh, how did you get in? Into my house?”
“You gave me the keys, Greg, are you sure you’re alright? The doctor said there’d be-“
“You smell funny.”
The woman paused, because there never is, really, a good reply to remarks like this.
“I’m your wife! I’m Susan!”
Oh dear. Oh dear, now he had a wife he didn’t know anything about.
“Your bag, then-“
“We- we…”
Gregory frowned, then an idea formed with surprising clarity.
“Take out my notebook on the bedside table, pass it to me, please. Thank you.”
Picking up the phone, Gregory dialled the number labelled, “Emergency”.

Gregory went to the kitchen, where the smell of fried fish was increasingly pungent, and boiled some metallic-smelling water in the kettle. Opening the tea cupboard hit him with a variety of wonderful smells: rosehip, earl grey, chamomile, lavender, raspberry, cinnamon… This was his brainchild, a kind of revenge for the hideous carpeting Pollux insisted on. He picked out a berry tea bag, filled a mug with hot water and dunked it in.

The sweet aroma was captivating. Gregory stood there, smelling, with his eyes firmly closed, because the sight of the red seeping out of the tea bag was always alarming.