The room of security_INTUITION_A Casserole_Windows of Cape Town
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The room of security
In a house, there is a room. A sacred room for the family. A room well-kept but rarely cleaned, a room highly honored but void of life, a room so sacred but few have entered. What was in this room? A simple bed, a dresser with a simple set of clothes, and a floor to ceiling mirror with a simple frame. A spare room, the guest room. Why so barren? Well, one does not need material - permanent - objects to give a room value. The value comes through the elderly man who wrinkles the sheets when he’s lost his way. It comes through the faint smell of alcohol in the corners from the drunken teens w...
INTUITION
I stood frozen in front of the concrete house, surrounded by flowering bushes and fruit-bearing trees. It was a shelter like those of normal people.“So, this is Abby’s house.”I turned back when Amanda’s pitchy, insulting voice broke the stillness of the ambiance.“Yeah.” I agreed while checking her from head to toe. She pulled down her creased miniskirt. As always, her dress was not for the occasion. She looked herself up on her phone, took a selfie of us with the house in the background.“That should work for my IG. Come on. Our F-R-I-E-N-D must be waiting.” She giggled while dragging Emelie by...
A Casserole
His best work had always been done when under pressure and he had no doubt that would be true here too. He was armed with a cookbook he had purchased when he moved to the city to make him look travelled and experienced, but he was concerned it wouldn’t be enough, there was about an hour before he had to leave for the hospital and hope was quickly fading that he was going to have finished on time. With his ingredients spread in front of him, it was looking like hard work. Perhaps after a week on hospital food his partner would prefer a takeaway anyway, good old classic fish and chips would sure...
Windows of Cape Town
There were always strange foreign men going in an out of the eccentric old man's house who lived next door. They would come overly confident with their nonchalant attitudes, barging in and showing off their wealth. They were dressed head to toe in fine knitted fabrics and desiwww.onedoor.ccgner suits with shiny jewelry ostentatiously placed around their bodies. Some would even march in with their entourage in a domineering fashion wearing camouflaged uniforms or dressed in bright robes. They'd demand to be seen aggressively knocking on his front gate if he left them waiting. Though they would always...