The Fruits of Our Labour_My Belinda_My Time Has Passed_The Town That Fights Monsters
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The Fruits of Our Labour
The walls are charred to pitch, burnt books crumbling on the stone floor as the last tendrils of smoke crawl upwards from the curling pages and wisp away.It happened again. Pietro remembers to hide this time, setting himself behind the mahogany desk with his blindfold bound tight around his head, hands pressed against his ears. It took him a few times to get used to the sight, the blaze so wild and blinding it felt akin to barrelling towards an eclipse. The sound came next, the pop and crackle and fizz drumming in his skull, ricocheting throughout his marrow. But he’s never figured out how to ...
My Belinda
Part 1 Milk, bananas, cereal, ground beef, and laundry detergent. I stared numbly at the items on my shopping list. In the back of my head there was a nagging thought that I had forgotten to add something to the list, yet I couldn’t bring myself to care what it was. It was hard to say why I agreed to going to the store at all. My husband was insistent that I should “get out of the house and take a breath of fresh air.” Supposedly it would be healthy for me. I think he was just tired of running all the errands while I recovered from my surgery. My surgery. The operation that had taken away my...
My Time Has Passed
"Grandmama!” cried Nadia, bursting into the apartment. “Grandmama, I fell. I'm bleeding."Elina ran into the foyer."Let me see, dear," she said, her kind, wrinkled face etched with concern. Her fingers gently probed the jagged ten-inch gash across the teenager’s hip and thigh. "That’s going to need lots of stitches. How did it happen?"As Nadia sniffled and tried to get herself together, her beautiful blue eyes were red from crying. "I was running to the store to get fresh water. The sirens were going off, and everyone was running in different directions. The next thing I knew, I tripped on some...
The Town That Fights Monsters
By Wendy Kaminski Staff Writer First settled in the 1780s, the town of New Madrid, Missouri, appears charming but otherwise unremarkable. It’s a relatively small town of approximately 2,800 residents, a few shops, a small school and a boardwalk, all nestled atop an Omega-shaped bend in the mighty Mississippi River. Located in the “bootheel” regiowww.onedoor.ccn of the Show Me State, this part of the US gets all four seasons, and though there’s no enticement here for investors nor industry, the residents are genuine, friendly and helpful. They are the perfect blend of Midwestern practicality and Midsouther...