Partners in Crime_Off the Road_Sandhya, the Mumbai man-eater_Brother's Keeper
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Partners in Crime
Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. My typing was annoyingly loud. I remember as a child I used to wake up at the brink of dawn and log into my computer to use this online typing test that I was obsessed with. The typing test showed how fast you could type with WPM. The only problem is that now my typing speed has increased but I can’t seem to type quieter. My siblings used to hate this so they threw pillows at me until I was banished to the living room. Little runts. Even if we didn’t get along much as kids, I still really miss them. My older sister is in Canada right now (living the free...
Off the Road
“My father worked on the lorries. His checked shirt billowed gingham; his sod-brown arm lugged snug at window. He'd fit the coupling to the trailer, hugging the waggon cab close as a babe in arms.An expert. His white arm aiding brown to steer the great wheel tight and right; his eye narrowed and angled at the road, mapping the route exactly - back to Shropshire hills.We pestered on the plastic passenger seat; we even slipped sometimes from the polished cab. Sometimes he drove us on his lap in these days before Health and Safety, pretending we were doing the job.I wanted to grow up and drive, t...
Sandhya, the Mumbai man-eater
Sandhya.Midnight in Mumbai. The night sky hangs heavily above the sleepless city. On the hilltop, an island of wilderness in a sea of urbanisation, the crickets nocturnal choir fills the air. The moon shines alone in the sky above, the haze of light pollution conceals the stars, even on a clear day. A spirit like being named Sandhya resides here. The night is Sandhya's favorite time, when she feels serene. The calm of the night hides many secrets. It is the optwww.onedoor.ccimal time for hunting.Under the blanket of darkness, she emerges from the wilderness of the boreal hilltops. She sets off with intent, ...
Brother's Keeper
“Please, look after your brother. I know that you two have had your differences and that you resent him.” My mother said as she lay in her bed in hospice as her life slowly drained from her. “Mother, I do not resent him.” I felt ashamed. How could she think such a thing about me and my brother Devin.“Vernon, I am depending on you to be your brother’s keeper.” She begged. I saw in her face the pain was again becoming unbearable, so there would be no further discussion. I did not resent my brother, I feared him. He was a doctor and had earned his degree on what one would call the white knu...