Salted Fish
Stories
24
Chapters
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3.7 M
Comments
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Reading
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A few minutes later, Felix ended the call and stood up, walking towards the door."Why didn't you go upstairs?" he asked as he closed the front door."You have the keys."Felix looked down at his hand. "Oh, sorry, I forgot." He smiled, then walked past him towards the staircase. Erik followed behind.The hallway was dimly lit by the faint light coming from outside. But Felix didn't turn on the lights, and Erik didn't think to either. The two walked through the passage and up the stairs in the dimness without…-
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"Can you tell me now why we had to flee in such an embarrassed manner?" Felix asked. He was panting, his face flushed from the intense exercise—partly from the 29th route and partly from the fact that they had just sprinted out of the massive training hall. To be precise, Erik had dragged him all the way out, not stopping for a moment, running to the parking lot, jumping into the car, in such a hurry and panic, as if they were two bank robbers who had just committed a heist. "As far as I know, your class…
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Felix stood in the massive main hall of the indoor climbing center, his eyes overwhelmed by the scene before him: an endless expanse of climbing walls and a variety of climbing holds, densely packed walls and bolts stretching from the ground up to the ceiling some twenty to thirty meters high. The hall was bustling with activity, ropes swinging everywhere, and colorful helmets dotting the space. Compared to this grand, imposing behemoth, the Fritz family's climbing center seemed like a child's playhouse.…
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When Erik entered the room, Felix was on the phone.To someone like Erik, who barely understood any foreign languages, French sounded like someone reluctantly mumbling a few words because they were too lazy to speak, occasionally gasping for breath. So when he first heard the phrase "French is the most beautiful language," he almost burst out laughing, thinking the French were shameless to the core. But now, hearing Felix speak the language, he suddenly felt that the statement wasn't so laughable after…
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The clock on the dashboard pointed to three o'clock. Erik jumped out of the car and went to buy another parking ticket. Then he sat back in the car and continued scrolling through the contacts on his phone. Diana Kohler. This was the sixth call he needed to make this afternoon. And the one he least wanted to make. "Hi, Diana," he said to the person on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, I have some bad news... I thought it would be best to tell you as soon as possible." "Erik, is it about the…
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Felix walked into the kitchen carrying a bulging backpack and unceremoniously dumped its contents onto the counter with a clatter."I didn't know if you prefer sweet or savory for breakfast, so I bought a lot of things: Weckle buns, whole wheat baguettes, potato bread, and Quarkini sugar balls*. I also got raspberry jam and two types of cheese." He carefully took out a gerbera flower wrapped in white paper and placed it in a glass of water."Oh, and fresh blueberries too."Erik stared at him, still reeling…
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Erik woke up from his sleep. The room was pitch black. He opened his eyes wide and looked towards the direction of the living room. He remembered leaving the door to the living room open before he went to bed, allowing the warmth from the fireplace to seep into his room. But now, he couldn't see anything—the fire in the fireplace must have gone out.No wonder it's so cold, he thought groggily.He lay there for a while longer. The chill in the air grew stronger, driving away his drowsiness. He could even…
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"Do you need any help?" Felix asked as he walked into the kitchen. His towel was slung over his shoulder, and a few strands of hair on his forehead sparkled with droplets of water."I made lasagna, and it's already in the oven," Erik replied, placing the used pots and ladles into the dishwasher. "I'm going to take a shower now. If you're willing, you can set the table. When the oven timer goes off, take the lasagna out. The cutlery is in the first drawer, and the oven mitts are in the second.""No…
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Erik emerged from the side door of the butcher shop with its shutters tightly closed, holding a thick white paper bag in his hand."Good timing, the shopkeeper was still inside doing the accounts," he said to Felix. "I bought half a kilo of minced pork. We can make lasagna tonight.""I hope when you say 'we,' it's just a friendly way of speaking and actually means you, not including me," Felix said slowly. "I can cover the cost of the ingredients, but I'm afraid... I'm not very good at cooking.""Of course,…
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"If you're heading to town, this is the shortest route—but also the steepest," Erik said. "Alternatively, you can keep going to the fork and take the path that passes by the watchtower. It's about three or four kilometers longer, but much easier to walk.""Which way are you taking?" asked the boy named Felix."This one," he pointed to the straight, downward hiking trail through the woods. "I can't climb down the cliff today, but I need to get my gear bag at the bottom.""Then I'll take this path too."Erik…
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