Digging Up The Past_The Night Kitchen_Whakarongo Mai_I Smell a Rat
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Digging Up The Past
Digging Up The PastSensitive content-Contains a reference to a missing personMISSING. That first September teaching, in my home-town university, the poster was everywhere. Plastered onto shopfronts, nail-gunned to weathered, wooden poles, pinned to each faculty’s bulletin-board.The subject of the poster was a grinning young man, in billowing graduation robes, his mortar board skew-ways. Clutching his hand, was a tiny blonde girl, wearing too-big fairy wings, laughing up at him.“His little sister,” Joan, the new Dean, told me.“An awful business” she added, blinking away tears.He had been in the...
The Night Kitchen
CW: cannibalismEverybody starts on the day shift, learning the rhythms of the restaurant during its tamer, more public hours. Not everybody is given the opportunity to work a night shift--only those with the aptitude for it, the stomach for it. I prefer the night shift.Twisted Dishes in the morning is an upscale, popular brunch spot. We specialize in traditional American cuisine, incorporating new flavors, twisting the old classics to fit a more refined and mature palate. At night we cater to an even more select palate. We provide a one of a kind eating experience--I say this with full confide...
Whakarongo Mai
TW: Weapons, Miscarriage/child loss, implication of suicide “Listen…” He said, “I’m sorry to have to do this but I don’t think we should be together anymore.” She hoped it was a prank. He had a reputation among friends as being a bit of a joker. “What do you mean?” She asked, trying to hold back tears which would inevitably flow. “It’s not you, it’s me…we could still be friends in the future.” Could he be any more stereotypical if he tried? “But why?” She sobbed. She must have looked a mess, but that wasn’t her priority right now. He looked up and down at her sodden form. “I care about you, I ...
I Smell a Rat
I ring the doorbell of Maddy’s flat. Madhav Shinde, or Maddy, has been my neighbor ever since I and Isha, my girlfriend, moved here to Sunrise Apartments a month ago. He works as a software consultant and lives alone. Whenevewww.onedoor.ccr home, he is particularly nosy about things going on at his adjacent flat.I wipe off the beads of sweat on my forehead.“Hi Roy,” Maddy greets as he opens the door. He seems a bit taller than usual. He is five foot three on a tall day.“Hi. Can I use your phone? I can't find mine.”“Sure,” he holds his trouser with one hand and fiddles in his pocket with the other. I almost ...