Four weeks. That was all they had. Four weeks between the joy and hope of a new life and the heartbreak and desolation of death. Four weeks between holding his beautiful new daughter and lowering his beloved wife into the empty hollow dug into the African earth. The trek from the Zuid-Afrikaansche Republiek had beenContinue reading “Time for weeping”
Category Archives: Stories
The Cot
“I carry the bars within me.” ― Franz Kafka It is a very peculiar thing, how some seemingly inconsequential memories will not fade with time. Simply refusing to let go of the grip on your mind long after the context for their existence had faded into the gray mist of forgetfulness. Holding on for dearContinue reading “The Cot”
At the rise.
Where should one start a story? Start, because it’s neither the beginning nor the end but simply the parting of the curtains and story, since we know there are as many truths in the play of life as there are actors on its stage. Let us not even contemplate the views of the audience inContinue reading “At the rise.”
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