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Gray & Mardi
Mardi was looking out at the snow accumulating in the drive, fluffy flakes and then heavy, almost sleeting. Her upper lip curled as the wet flakes hit the ground. The driveway was almost covered. She’d have to call the man to shovel if it got deep and then they’d have to wait and not get out until past noon, which meant she’d have to make lunch and probably put a load of laundry in…..Spiraling and fluttering like punch drunk teenagers, here came the snow! Another winter, another white landscape to navigate.The TV changed channels, interrupting her reverie. Gray, in his chair, had found politic...
The Earth Will Tremble
I've known about the deadline long enough, so time is no excuse. When I’d begun it felt like I had an endless abundance of time. I thought that it could never run out and yet I knew it would. I’ve never had an issue starting something and my initial push into a new writing project is full of inspiration and courage. Courage is important because without it no one would dare sit down to do the work. Once the first line is written it has to be finished, and the trials ahead can be daunting. The last few hours of a writing deadline is full of pain, stress, and pure creative anguish. And yet the d...
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Kundai and Chipo routinely drove in and out of their gated compound in their affluent suburb. Their residence association had built a wire cage on the main road to house their rubbish bags for the municipality refuse collection. The refuse company had become increasingly erratic; whether they forgot to collect, or their vehicles had broken down, or they had no fuel, no-one knew. On those non-collection days, feral dogs would rip open the black rubbish bags as they foraged, leaving the decomposing waste scattered in the street. In the summer heat, hordes of blue bottle flies feasted while mag...
I saw deer
Ten minutes to five. The ultimate dead hour; the only people who would enter the bar now would be garden-variety deadbeats, old ladies of the pearl-and-silk persuasion meeting for a coffee or some of the locals, who were drinking here for free. I was hoping for neither. Right now I was pinned dwww.onedoor.ccown by the heavy hands of the wall clock, paralysed by the distilled silence spilling out of the crystal glasses arranged in neat pyramids; but in merely two hours I would be free.I would go outside. I would look at the dying sky. I would light a cigarette and think about all the songs that hurt me. Not ...