Shifting Roots_Don't Kill Me With Kindness_A MENACING HEART_Disobedient GPS
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Shifting Roots
I know you are miffed with me right now, but you will thank me when I’m not around.When I showed you the e-brochure of Saket Retirement Homes last week, you scoffed at the grey-haired, brightly clothed couple cornering a football on the lawn, and remarked, “As if they can kick it around without getting a cramp and their backs singing to them at night.” This ridicule, when I had carefully eliminated the ones that were named as senior homes, old age homes, and assisted living! I knew you would have never even considered taking a look at them. You believe we are not that old. I too believe in you...
Don't Kill Me With Kindness
Hiding beneath the floor of my own home, I turn on my phone and see the smiling face of a murderous tyrant. His image shrinks to fit into the corner of the screen as the news begins.“Welcome to Freedom Press 24, your only twenty-four-hour news channel, bringing you the truth, all day, every day.” The president’s face still smiles in the corner of the screen. There were dozens of round-the-clock channels until he came to power.“Today is a special day for the republic. Our great leader’s Kindness Initiative health campaign starts today. He has vowed that by the end of the year, all degenerative ...
A MENACING HEART
TW: Some graphic scenes, and drug use.I wake to piercing screams, ripping me from sleep – it takes me a few seconds to realise it’s Danny, my 14-year-old son. Deathly still I listen, as his screams turn into sobs. Eventually they subside. It’s quiet, the rain lulls me into a discombobulated sleep – it’s no use, tossing and turning only gets me frustrated. Passing Danny’s bedroom on my way to the kitchen, I can hear him talking to himself again; a chilling cold shivers down my spine. After boiling the kettle, I make the strongest black coffee I can handle, and I sit in front of the electric hea...
Disobedient GPS
“Look,” Clive reiterated to his frazzled son and daughter-in-law, “he just needs a little discipline. All he ever does is play those video games. It’s no wonder he’s disobeying. He has no real-life structure. Let me take him to this conference this weekend and open his eyes a little. It can’t hurt. And it may turn his filthy attitude around.”Twelve-year-old Ramsey’s parents frowned, wobbled their weary heads, but finally, reluctantly, agreed to Clive’s offer. Ramsey, expectedly, refused the offer on principle. He didn’t believe in “some lame-ass fairytale cult,” and he wasn’t about to give up...