Behind doors

I’m going to get out of here. Some day. I’m working on it. Spurred by the voices in conflict next door, I look at the ads in the paper. Not now. Maybe, not ever. I butter my stale bread while I look at the television screen that has random colourful lines dancing onscreen. Green/Red/Blue/ and …

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Myself, caretaker.

Who you? Wait there woenly. You who? You wanting admission for your childrens? Nice boys. Twins woenly, no? What your names? Tom and Jerry? No? Ajay and Vijay? Verry nice! Commeere, don’t hide Mummy’s backside. I have chocolate for you. Here, take. No? Very shy no, Medam? Office? Sorry, office is close till next week …

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Potent Potions

Believe me, you don’t really want to know me before I’ve downed these three cups in the morning. It takes three different concoctions to make me this fabulously effervescent, fascinating and gorgeous creature from the grumpy, sullen and dour monster that I really am. I fumble around the kitchen, in the ungodly hour before dawn, …

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Amma’s Congee

An iron fence separated the park from the lakeside where a few villagers set up their makeshift tents. Living by the lake assured them a new life, the luxuries of, cooking, cleaning and maybe even bathing, when the guard looked the other way. Amma, eighty years old, ever-present, self-appointed mother of the lot worked around …

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Common Ground

A cramped space this. I need to stretch, feel the earth under my feet. A little less talk and a little more quiet. Thriving in closed spaces, you’ve mastered the art of contorting yourself, being stashed away. The air is mine own. My mind lifts off- a sailboat in flight, the air my water, the …

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Stuporia

it begins with just a glass   the thorn in your side being passed over a hundred things clutch at your throat refusing to let you breathe   you plod doggedly gulping in fresh air whenever you can   a smile feels raw laughter threatens to slash your stomach you are afraid it might all …

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