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Calluna
Today was the day. Cal knew that there would be no other chance to ask about the woman in the picture in Pa’s room. Ever since Cal found the picture in the back of Pa’s ancient wardrobe, the woman frequently arose in her dreams, with scents of lavender and softness wrapping around Cal’s frail body. The woman fried eggs for Cal in the morning, pedaled a teal bike with her into town, and rested under the sunset with her at the end of the day. Although she only slept on a twin bed, Cal became startled by the space around her, the absence of what she felt and began to recognize as “Ma.”Cal woke up...
Baloney
Write a story about someone struggling to swallow some harsh (but fair) constructive criticsmBaloneySo it was! Jake sat with his head in his hands leaning with elbows on his knees. The shock death, of his father, had just assailed his conscious awareness with penetrating reality.He was 18 years old, had just started a new job at the factory of a British consortium as a laboratory technician. The loss drained thought, leaving a mighty vacuum ….. not knowing how to take the next step…. without that stable, solid reference point and compassionate, reliable advisor – his Father.It had been two day...
Dirty plunder
By Dumisani khumalo The rain pitter-patter panning out asphalt bare long trenches ,drenched wet , and dug out craters in the road .The rubber tyres floated up and,down and sideways ,the power of air in them pulling heavy weights of cars ,like demons come up in them ,and brought them out of the road,sending them up high and afloat ,up and down and sideways, with the full water lifting up the air,and pulling them out of the road . The drownings in river s brought victims out naked , water half way to the torso of man as to the diameter of the radiawww.onedoor.ccl tyres ,increasing the size and width of pothol...
Death Wish
You may not believe me but I couldn’t lie about something this serious. Even on her death bed, nana as all the other grandchildren calls her, still doesn’t want anyone else in her kitchen. So, she begs me to come over at lunch time to fix her favorite lunch. When the phone rings at 11a.m. I know it’s going to be grandma complaining about whoever is sitting with her that day. No matter what I am doing or where I am. There’s nothing to do but agree to go over and make a grilled cheese and soup. I try to just say yes before she starts her whimpering “you know nobody else knows how to make it just...