B E A U T I F U L PEOPLE red on red By Thanos Kalamidas In every big city, stories include all types of people; and all the seasons.. This story ends with a sound, the sound of the extraordinary BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! By Thanos Kalamidas Ovi Magazine & Ovi Greece Books Publications 2016 Ovi Project Publication - All material is copyright of the Ovi magazine & the writers C Ovi books are available in Ovi magazine pages and they are for free. If somebody tries to sell you an Ovi book please contact us immediately. For details, contact: submissions@ovimagazine.com No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior permission of the writer or the above publisher of this book. Every year has different seasons People celebrate these season changes It’s just that some people have different ways... ... the BEAUTIFUL PEOPLEs ways! There are four seasons... red on red! ...winter... ...spring ... o Ooo ! ...summer ... ...autumn ... When autumn comes... ...the nature... ...everything... ...is so... so... When autumn comes... ...people are get- ting romantic! ...something to do with the leaves.! ...But it seems that they don’t care for all the falling leaves! ...and ...the mess they are doing...! ...And that somebody has to work hard to collect them!...! October comes... and it’s raining all the time... ...sometimes you see the stars... But the sky is always grey... And the people are grey. And I feel grey... And it is getting worse in November... Halloween... the celebration of the souls ... o OOM ! Did you know that Halloween is Irish? I have always connected Halloween with the Caribbean. Some kind of zombie story. Is there any truth to zombies? To C ... Are there any zombies? Are they real? I have seen some... But they are not the real ones. N O oo! A lot!!! Anyway, Halloween has never been my favourite. After all, it is a kids’ thing. And I hate kids. Then December comes. More grey. Darker grey. With a lot of snow... Dirty wet snow ... Dirty from their tracks... And kids love it Kids love things I hate...