Dizzying Adventures_Dish of the Day_The Engineer Sisters_Ian the Stubborn
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Dizzying Adventures
As I sit in the chair in his room, the midmorning sunlight shines in through the window illuminating his rocking horse. Two years’ worth of dust caked the antique toy. The dust that has yet to find its final resting place dances in the beams of light. I rarely come in here. I miss him so much. I left it just as it was before he disappeared two years ago at the age of six. I’m too hurt to cry. Maybe this is just how some men are, or maybe I have no tears left. First my wife leaves us, then my son vanishes in the night. Our son Joshua always prayed that she would come back. He didn’t truly under...
Dish of the Day
“I don’t know what to have,” said Laura.“Is that usual for you?” asked Brad, peering over his menu at her.Laura lowered her menu further and smiled, “none of this is usual, is it?”Brad smiled at her, “depends how you look at it doesn’t it?”“OK,” she said, “it’s usual for you.”Brad shrugged, she was wrong, but he didn’t want to dissuade her from this notion, “under other circumstances,” he said, “are you often indecisive?”Now it was Laura’s turn to shrug. Brad wondered whether she realised that she had mirrored his own movements, “I’m not an indecisive person, if that’s what you’re getting at.”...
The Engineer Sisters
The young boy sat slumped on the bench outside the train station. He sat in between a hatless man dressed in black, and a large scruffy tan and black dog of many breeds. The boy did not look up as a whistle blew. The man stood up, tall and straight as a flagpole. Over the white collar he wore, he forced a smile to his face, the deep lines at his eyes crinkled with kindness. He bent and took the boy’s small hand in one of his large, knobby knuckled ones and gently pulled the boy up. The dog looked up towards puffs of pale smoke as the train rounded the last bend from the west.“C’mon now lad. Y...
Ian the Stubborn
Brian gazed out the window. Father was in the yard; he was trying to get the donkey to work again. He had been trying every day since the donkey had been left to him by his own father on his deathbed. The shadows in the pasture were long, stretching towards the eastern mountains on the shimmering blue horizon. Their snow-covered peaks white as god’s teeth.“C’mon Ian, be a good lad and pull this plough. It’ll be easy for you. You’re a fine strong donkey to be sure.”Mother came to them and said, “Frank, you’re wasting your time. That one’s as stubborn as they come. Don’t know what your Da saw in...