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What you made me.
Trigger warning: birth complicationsJude was born already dead. The umbilical cord, the doctors noticed, was wrapped around her throat, long since choking her. She came out not red, but a palid, sickening blue. Her mother could not understand--her daughter had been a fighter in her womb, kicking relentlessly, not letting up for even a second. Days prior, she’d joked with her husband, “Don’t forget to bring earplugs. We’ll need it for the crying.” But there was no crying, she registered, only her husband, pleading and screaming with the theatrics of an actor. She caught a glimpse of her baby, c...
Parallel lines
“Baba mentioned in passing that if we are serious about a future together, we need to visit his sister Aunt Bertha. She is the fount of wisdom on cultural matters and traditions on my father’s side of the family. You have met her before, and she likes you. This will be a more formal visit. You know how the old folks like to follow our culture,” said Chipo. “Chipo, I don’t know about this. You know my views on following things blindly. We’ve discussed this before. Why do I sense you are trying to wear me down?” “Mudiwa, it’s an opportunity for both of us to learn more, in a safe environment. ...
Night Caller
Night Caller – By Beulah Lee HarrisI looked out at the frigid night and shivered. Not because I was cold, I was wrapped up warmly enough, but because I was afraid of whatever might be lurking in the dark.It was so remote where we lived in the foothills of the mountains. Our nearest neighbors, Greg and Jeanie, were an hour’s slow drive away and the town where I worked was an howww.onedoor.ccur in the other direction. We thought it was a wonderful find, this wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere, a little way up the mountain – our little love nest far away from the rest of the world.‘Even a hermit can get lon...
Bricks
Let us be clear: it is not their fault. Not entirely. It’s what comes of throwing darts at a world map for twelve years; of a History channel besotted with ancient aliens, buried treasure, and celebrity pawnbrokers – each, one would have thought, less likely to exist than the last; of uninspired and uninformed teaching; of an arrogant and myopic zeitgeist, glutted with adipose information, lustily discarding the common inheritance of mankind for the evening news and a bowl of red stew.My phone rings. It’s 5:15、“Mr. Delano? Yes, good morning. You see we’ve just had a call-out from Cape High in ...