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AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GLASS
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GLASS It had happened to her several times, when she saw that little girl playing with those three big dogs, in the courtyard of the great house , where she lived , that Terry felt that the little Mill was in danger. Mill was too small, and those three dogs too big, that they could attack the little girl. But even if the dogs had just accidentally bumped the child, they would have dropped her. That had been , for Terry, a concern dictated by reason and prudence. How could her parents leave a child of three years alone in the company of three big beasts like those dogs? Mi...
Dark turn , Black return
Dark turn ,Black return By Dumisani khumalo His rudimentary radar placed his point home on a narrow path used by donkeys and cattle. It would get there easier and faster. He had dreaded the distance with his trudging walk..A gravel road with red clay soil that marked people of his area to outsiders .The reason they were called changara , the soft iron mineral rich soils laying fallow at this time of the year and clinging to clothes and tainting their skins ,hair,as their homes, a russet red ,as if dusk had arrived at midday. Cattle sale days were fascinating .Dance troops ,village trade,and ca...
Split in Two
I was never the guy they thought i was, but i doubt anyone noticed. I went to that school due to the mere fact of distance, my old school was too far. Travelling had become a nuisance, so my mother and I decided it would be best for me to attend an institution closer to home. It was a great start in my second year of high school. Luckily a long time friend of mine from elementary, went to that school . She told everyone that i'd transferring to their school that year and she happened to be very popular, so I was welcomed with open arms. I played basketball competitively the year before, so it...
Plate of Cookies
I wonder how I must have looked to my unseen eye. Thinking back, if anyone was watching, they would have found it extremely odd to see a skinny brown skinned boy with a pair of binoculars peering out of the window so late in the night. They might say I was spying on the Andrews' girl, Tracy, across the street. I wonder why people of today think that way. It's strange. Anyways, I wasn't spying on the girl across the street. She wasn't even in bedwww.onedoor.cc when started my crazy habit. She was out partying. Don't ask me how I know this. Funny thing. My mother always said there was an unseen eye watching ...