Sweetheart - The Ruby Sandal Auction and Other Short Stories

Ruby sandals auction

The crowd of bidders who gathered at the auction of the Magic Sandals looked little like the crowds you would see at a auction house. The auctioneers had advertised the event widely and were preparing for all the guests who would come. People rarely go out these days. But the auctioneers had correctly predicted that this great prize would bring us out of our hiding places. It seemed that they had anticipated the excitement.

For this reason, in addition to providing high-quality services for the safety and comfort of VIPs, there are also large copper basins in the bathrooms and entrance halls. For those who are physically ill to vomit. In the new Dothe style of the Han Apaak Parlors located in the central areas of the exhibition, there are also teams of psychiatrists who provide various therapies. For those who are mentally ill, to discuss and consult.

Nowadays, most of us are in poor health.

The bishops were nowhere to be seen. The auctioneers had set up a line. The monks lived in other buildings nearby. Buildings that were in keeping with their custom, to handle the madmen who would come running, the people who would suddenly go mad.

Groups of obstetricians and police from the Rapid Action Force are also waiting in the alleys, waiting in disguise. To deal with unexpected births and deaths due to excitement. A list of the next of kin of those who will come has been drawn up and contact numbers have been recorded. Sufficient body suits have also arrived.

Look, behind the bulletproof glass, the ruby ​​feet are sparkling. We don't know the extent of their power. We doubt that their power is even limited.

Among the bidders were movie stars. They brought their bright, glowing bodies into the auction hall. The movie star bodies were created by master physicists, platinum, yellow, silver, copper. The actors who excelled in villain roles were radiating with demonic bodies. Greenish, yellow

Bright, bold red. If any of us came into contact with the priceless (and very fragile) yellow body of one of the actors, security forces would immediately arrive, push him or her to the floor, and hasten him or her to the waiting grain carts outside. Such incidents greatly reduced the commotion in the Great Hall.

The souvenir collectors were also in full force, as predicted. Now, one of them, with a duck-like movement, pressed her lips against the glass case where the feet were displayed, triggering the latest security system. It seemed that the programmer had neglected to include safety in the security system, considering such a small act of greed. The security system was designed to protect the glass case from the person who kissed it.

A hundred thousand volts of electricity were injected into the collagen-encrusted lips, halting her preoccupation with future plans.

It was a moment of uncomfortable anticipation. However, this incident failed to prevent a second addict from showing similar suicidal affection. That addict was the lover of the first one who had died.

When we learn that, we once again discover the mystery of love, and at the same time, we once again take out our perfumed handkerchiefs.

The worship of the ruby ​​sandals has reached its peak. A fancy dress festival has also come into full swing. Witches, lions, and scarecrows abound. They angrily elbow each other for a place, stepping on each other's feet.

The Tin Man costume is rare. It seems to be very uncomfortable to wear. On the balconies, galleries, and living water sculptures of the Great Hall, the witches wait for a good time, wanting to repay their debts in full. In one corner of the hall, a group of people dressed as Totos (a character from the Wizard of Oz) dogs are gathered. Many of them are eagerly mating. They seem to be insulting the audience, so a janitor in rubber gloves has to pull them away. He does this work gently and shyly.

 

We, the masses, are so easily subjected to injustice that we are almost dying. We think that injustice is our birthright. Our value is valued little more than our anger. That anger becomes a reason to prove that we are right in our eyes. We use that reason to defend ourselves and shoot our enemies. It causes many casualties. We pride ourselves on our ability to get angry. Our anger rises and falls.

Go ahead.

A pool of saliva was seen around the school building (let's say) where the ruby-studded sandals were displayed. Among us were those who could not control themselves, those who were drooling. A Latin American janitor, dressed in a matching suit, moved among us, holding a bucket in one hand and a sponge in the other. We praised his skill, which he did without realizing it. He cleaned our saliva without our having to look away.

In our Nietzschean age, in the age of relativity, the opportunity to encounter the truly mysterious is limited. Philosophers, thinkers, and quantum scientists who study human nature are huddled around the magic wand. They write cryptic texts that cannot be deciphered.

Refugees, displaced persons of all kinds, and even homeless nomads come to see the impossible for a moment. They emerge from their underground tunnels and face drug-addled gangsters, smugglers, and cleaners armed with bazookas and Uzis. Nomads

 

The men, wearing loose-fitting, hemp-woven headscarves, spat loudly into large flowerpots filled with succulents. They scooped up handfuls of biscuits and cheesecakes from trays carried by the skilled hands of first-class waiters. They also ate sushi rolls with generous amounts of wasabi. The sting of wasabi did not seem to affect the digestive tracts of the nomadic stilts. The security forces had to be called in. After a brief battle using rubber bullets and tranquilizers, the stilts were removed. They were beaten unconscious with sticks and driven away in cars. They were abandoned in a no-go area, surrounded by large billboards on the outskirts of the city. All around them, wild dogs were hungry for food. These were unforgiving times.

 

Political refugees are also coming to the auction. Conspirators, deposed kings, defeated factions, poets, bandit leaders are also here. The way these people dress is no longer the black peaked cap, round glasses, and oversized coats of the past. They are choosing to wear flashy clothes that will make an impression. They are wearing square-necked silk jackets, high-waisted shirts made by Japanese designers, and so on.