From the Past._The Water Bearer_Island Lands_Home for Breakfast
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From the Past.
Lacey was about nine or ten when Joy, her Mum, asked her to go fetch her gold watch, while she and Robert, her Dad, were getting ready to go out. Lacey ran to fetch it, knowing this was a special sort of night out, as Mum and Dad never had dressed so grandly for ages. She gently slid the chest forward from the top of the cabinet, and let it drift down to sit on the edge of Mum’s bed. Lifting the arched wooden lid, there was the upper tray full of earrings and brooches.She’d once sneaked a flick through what was under the tray, and knew Grandad’s medals were there, with folded up papers. Now sh...
The Water Bearer
Steam rises from an iron kettle and begins to whistle. A man watches the water-vapor for several moments in a state of deep contemplation before dawning a protective mit to grab its handle. He pours the steaming water into a bluish cup. Outside it's dusty and hot, and the stillness of the air is torturous and stale. The man pushes open the creaky screen door letting loose a scraggly mutt. He follows it outside and the heat makes his face tingle like stepping into a sauna. The door slams shut against the darkness where the man lives alone with his dog. The animal finds a shaded spot under a be...
Island Lands
Tropical storm clouds pervaded the sky for days before we got the first glimmer of sun rays. I woke up smiling that morning, eager to go down and play by the riverbed with Xiomara and Jaime. After breakfast, we ran out of the house barefoot into the outdoors. I could hear Mama yelling after us to be home for lunch and I made a mental note. We ran down the foot trails to the river, breathing in the wet air and light breeze. Immediately, we dipped our toes into the cold water, shrieking and giggling. We spent hours searching for frogs and running up and down the rocks of the riverbed. Some of ...
Home for Breakfast
Seven months ago, I’d rushed back from school to watch the Mars Explorer rocwww.onedoor.ccket on its launch pad. The giant steel gantry supporting my father’s star ship was shrouded in steam and illuminated by dazzling arc lights. It was a perfect evening for his mission; the air was still and no adverse weather expected. My mother joined me on the swing chair in the garden to witness the countdown. She hauled a duvet around the both of us and offered popcorn from a large mixing bowl. “If we’re going to be out here,” she smiled, “we might as well be comfy.” The stars were there, faint at first, but brighte...