LeeNTien

“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away...” - wrote Terry Pratchett, whose works I like a lot and read quite often. So, here's a story of some ripples, to remember someone long dead and most likely – forgotten by everyone, but a handful of people, me being one of them. The story I'm going to write about had happened in the 70s, in the USSR, when my father was just a teenager, and he, his little brother and their parents were going on a cruise down the Volga River. From what I know, it was actually quite a nice experience, despite only going from one river-town to another basically in a r

'Excuse me, have you seen my wife?' 'Hi, Roy, I hadn't seen her yet, but do you want some tea?' Roy looked at the woman with a bit more attention. Nope, he has never seen her before, but she looked quite like a hotel maid should look. The blue and white uniform and all. 'Yes, please. And if you see my wife, please tell her I'm looking for her.' 'Sure, I will.' He and Thelma had married seven... no, eight... funny thing, you never remember exact year, when you really need to! Well, a few years back. Roy only hoped it'll come to him, when his wife asks, what an embarrassment would it be otherwise! They'd decided to celebrate their anniversa

Hard times were upon us during that reign, people say. And when His Majesty decided to get rid of our beloved Queen and to disown their daughter, even I didn't feel right about it. I often had to wait for something to happen, one of the downsides of my profession.   At the time, even despite being employed by the crown, all I had to do most of the time, was to sit in that God cursed pub near the prison, week after week. With nothing better to do, than listen and look around me. And the local old timers didn't add to the joy of it as I couldn't get used to them even after weeks of seeing them every day. And truly every day that wa