The Perfect Witness_Marble and Verve_Miss Caryota_Just Grow up
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The Perfect Witness
The boy saw everything from his cosy den inside the hedge. He'd found it months ago not far from his own street. He liked to sit there out of sight. School meant taunting, bullying, a gang of boys who were relentless, violent. "Your mother would sleep with anybody. She's a tart. Does she do it for money?""Don't be stupid. His mother's too ugly!""She probably has to pay the men!"This was followed by lots of rude looking gestures and pointing.The taunting would be followed by lots of laughing, pushing and shoving between the bullies. Then they would nominate one of the group to beat him up on th...
Marble and Verve
“Let’s get married.” The statement rolled off his tongue like a marble. Miranda lay beside him, languid strands of hair trailing across one cheek, their tips pinned to the wet crease of her lips. Bed springs creaked as she sat upright to look into his eyes: lids lowered, pure as opals, resolute. A dark heaviness slithered into Miranda’s chest. She half-smiled and said, “Okay, but are you sure? You really mean it?”“More than anything I’ve ever meant in my entire life,” he promised. He popped his eyebrows as though surprised, and his lips trembled like it was the first time he’d moved to kiss he...
Miss Caryota
Caryota mitis, the fishtail palm. It’s a hard-to-please companion, requiring strong sunlight and plenty of hydration, but this stunning catch is worth tending to. Native to Southeast Asia, it is characterized by fanning, ridged leaves that approximate the shape of a fish’s tail, like a bouquet offered by the sea. An eye-catching specimen with character and presence certain to vivify any home.“Good to know,” Cain muttered, stowing the info card and receipt in his pocket. He hefted the potted palm in his arms, emerging from the damp greenhouse vendor into the arid summer sunlight. In his car, he...
Just Grow up
“Grow up”, my mother said to me when I was 5、 I couldn’t count how many times I’d heard that: the first time I had to sleep by myself in the dark room without a nightlight, the first time I remember falling down and skinning my knee, the first time I begged her to stay with me when she left me in the car while she went into her friend’s house for what she called just-a-minute, (and wasn’t), the first time I asked for a puppy for my birthday, the first day of kindergarten when I was afraid to go through the big doors alone. She probably said it when I was born. When she prayed at night I could ...