I Know, Mom_Adam's Paradox_SCRAMBLING TO FINISH_The Recruit
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I Know, Mom
Mom repeats herself a lot nowadays. She repeats herself too much now, in my opinion. It’s sad, really, how she repeats herself now. She didwww.onedoor.ccn’t used to do it so much. Or is that use to? Well, anyway, Mom has gotten into a bad habit. Or maybe there's another reason. Maybe she can't help herself.How do I do this? Mom asks. She asks for instructions all the time, it seems. Often she asks for them at very inconvenient or inappropriate moments. It's frustrating, obviously. Some of the requests are for things she already knows how to do, or did, yesterday. She wants to know which buttons to press to...
Adam's Paradox
`The midday sun loomed over the ancient Roman city of Jerash. Other boys and girls on the trip marched in crowds, their class dean, Salma, trotting behind them, but Adam hung back. The sun scarred the acne beneath his pubescent mustache.A history teacher from an American university walking them through the ancient city and explaining its engineering wonders to these boarding school kids did not appeal to Adam. His parents’ parents were Jordanian; they must have passed the Roman columns as their mules defecated on the roads.Two years before this trip, he saw Petra with his parents for the firs...
SCRAMBLING TO FINISH
Working on the laptop I looked at the clock. It was past 11 in the night. I felt sleepy and retired after closing down my computer. However I kept thinking of the novel I was writing and the date 4th January 2021 by which the editor said it had to be completed. I had revised the draft keeping in view the editor’s suggestions. My novel starts in America and moves to Bangalore in India. My hero Pablo, with his fiancée Carmen arrive from America in search of buried treasure. I had written much about their doings and adventures in the novel. Now came the question of whether the treasure has to be ...
The Recruit
It was officially seven seconds past the hour. I knew that not because I was counting or watching the clock, but the room was so silent that I felt the tick of the paper-thin clock hand as it began its journey for the 19th time that frozen January day.One of the worst parts about winter is the sun being around for no more than a cold, visible breath, if at all. At what had then become 7 p.m. and 21 seconds, I sat in my dark cubicle alone, staring at the spreadsheet on the screen as the numbers began to form a dark gray blur, much like the color of everything in my new, small industrial office ...