Cacophonous Vinyl Records- The final chapter

…We talked about Keats, Wordsworth, Fitzgerald, Woolf and obviously Victor Hugo. It was a lovely chat, only that I didn’t know that it was for the first and the last time I had the fortune of doing that. Last night he surrendered himself to the realm of darkness and death. The librarian rang me up

Cacophonous Vinyl Records- VIII

My heart beats sounded like drumbeats in an army parade. Minutes later, I found out that he reverted to my text message and the words that he wrote popped up on my mobile screen and I started reading it. A denial with a tiny code of apology, that’s all what it was about. I stared