All Chapters of An Angel's Feather: Chapter 51 - Chapter 52

That's how you question people. If I were only remotely so indiscreet, then I could now mention that Mr. P. came to me at the time for reasons of deep heartache . In the state of hypnosis I successfully freed him from the obsession that only the person he loved could be the only true life partner for him. Whereupon the inaccessible woman promptly took a less negative attitude towards him.  Love must be able to flow freely. If you imagine the container for the amorous medium as a tube, you will understand that a grip that is too tight will stunt the flow of feelings. You can't let go either, then he'll go into business for himself and splash around in the area uncontrollably. Hold on, but don't squeeze, is the motto. Apparently she had made P. her own. Because a few months after my treatment, he reported delay. I received an invitation to the wedding, which I could not accept for reasons of ethics alone. "And how is family life developing?" I expressed polite i

Between us, meanwhile it has become certainty. Most of the time the small drop of blood glows bright red, almost orange, but sometimes it changes color, becomes dark, purple, and in extreme cases, even pitch black. So far it has only happened once, shortly after returning from the Orient. When I was walking through the streets of an East German town one day, my skin had not yet weathered from its brown shade, which it had assumed under the Arab sun, to the Central European winter pale. I wore the new amulet around my neck and was a little disappointed because it never turned out to be anything other than the usual inconspicuous manner. No matter how often I looked at it, it was always light, it never changed its color. I walked along a fence, first thoughts sprouting, maybe that they might have been glued, then I turned my head and my gaze fell through the rusty meshes on a shabby building in front of which several young people were lounging. Suddenly there was a wild scream.