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The Runner
Mark had a dream a few nights ago. There is no explanation as to the circumstances that gave rise to this event and I am reluctant to make an attempt to interpret its significance. I have always found Freudian arguments unconvincing and never quite believed that Joseph, he of the multi-colored coat, predicted seven years of famine and plenty after listening to the over active imagination of a pharaoh.This skepticism is reinforced by the nature of dreams as transient images: details disappear with the dawn of a new day and the best we can hope for is a partial view of the main theme. Through a ...
When my father killed my brother
The long arm of the law. That was my father and mum. Mother dear was the arm. Dad, of course was the law. Mum was the arm of the law. The arm that instilled discipline. She would not tell you something twice before that arm of hers extended towards you. Canes, slippers , the mwiko (cooking stick) and anything else you can think of, could be used as a weapon. My father was the law, the court of Appeal, the Supreme court on the land. His ruling was final. It was a given that you would abide by the ruling. He rarely beat us, nay, he beat us,but, in a different manner. With his words. And he h...
Spilling Tea
Spilling Tea By Veronica RobinsonIt was only the third Saturday in May, but every woman in the tent begin to fan herself. The sides of the tent were rolled up to allow wind to pass through, but none had come the entire afternoon, thankfully the overhead covering was keeping the sun from beaming in. The tent was filled with large round tables two by two creating an aisle through thewww.onedoor.cc middle of the tent stretching to both ends of it, covered in white lace table cloths, on top of the tables were tall clear glass vases filled with yellow and white roses, and two pitchers filled wi...
Something in the Air
Marlow and Mommy were busy. Fall was in the air, Mommy said, and they had lots to do to get ready. They’d picked all the apples off their only tree. Daddy had to hold Marlow on his shoulders to reach the highest ones. Marlow stood on the stool in the kitchen and washed them. Then Mommy had peeled them and cut the core out with all the tiny, brown seeds. Then she even let him use the sharp knife to cut them. They had pided them up into bags and put them in the freezer.Now Marlow and Mommy were cutting leaves out of construction paper to make decorations. Lots and lots of fall leaves, more than ...