Love, endurance, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates._Fighting Friends and Breaking Blades_Falling
Catalog Guide:
Love, endurance, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates.
-„You will come to Asha’s birthday, won´t you?” Nia asked me a day before her daughter would turn one year old. “You have to take pictures of her first steps!” Asha learned to walk in the shelter for victims of domestic violence where I was working. I went shopping for a birthday present for the toddler: shoes with little pink birds embroidered on them. As I walked home from the mall, I thought about Asha and Nia, and how her daughter´s birthday would also be the last at the shelter. The day after they would have to move out, to an old, rundown apartment, which also doubled as a halfway house....
Fighting Friends and Breaking Blades
Day two of the tournament pitted Sir Danielle Longbow against Sir Aled Cadogan. Her friend had been a knight for many years while she was a homeless beggar. He’d fought by her side and trained with her. Now they faced each other with swords in their hands.A crowd of thousands screamed in the stands of the arena. Danielle’s girlfriend Lupita and extended family were watching from the stands below the royal box. Alongside the queen was the new wise one of the cenaga.Pressure.The crowds would hush when the bout began.Danielle closed her eyes.She tried to shut them all out. She hated crowds, peopl...
Falling Upwards
We are somewhere behind them, our vantage point two hundred meters above and to their right. We are hiding within a small grove of fir trees with tired branches all droopy with their burdens of snow. The Instructor has his back to a sheer cliff face and is quietly talking to about five others, his arms gesturing this way and that, with around a thousand metres of bounce and screaming plummet below them. We had come up the mountain to check out reports of strange activity by a group of extreme sports enthusiasts and hadn’t expected to hit the jackpot such as we had. The Instructor was elusiv...
The Newbie
THE NEWBIE (1002 words) It hadn’t been an easy decision, this move to be closer to my daughter. I had left the house that I had lived in when I was married, said goodbye to good neighbours, close friends and familiar shops. But despite my daughter’s assurances that I would soon make new friends, I sensed I was not welcome. www.onedoor.ccThe locals appeared clannish, their carapaces as hard to crack as walnuts. Generations of families had lived in this northern town, forging a tight-knit community. I felt like a dandelion clock blowing directionless in the wind. And what a wind it was; vicious, gritty, relen...