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Rehearsal

He feeds the ravenous seagulls down beside the lake, shares his lunch hour with people that most other people disregard. He thinks about Richard, living alone in his shack made of watermelon sugar, thinks about Robert risking his life by … Continue reading

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Mercy

See the two brothers. They sit astride a motorcycle moving slow over a gravel track, checking the mothers with their new lambs. Above them curls the grey expanse of August. The air is thick with moisture. Their faces are wet; … Continue reading

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Dead Leather

There is a photograph, her mother has it somewhere, of her and her papa when she is young – seven, maybe, all knees and cheeks – in an armchair in the backyard, a mass of old leather on soil and … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky Goes To Nursery School

“Mummy, I don’t want to go to school,” the toddler whines. Inwardly, I sigh. It’s become a daily chore to send the toddler to nursery school. “Okay, dear, I’ll drive slowly,” I tell the boy in the back seat. Distraction … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky in Tsukiji

It’s not yet two in the morning when we step out of the Airbnb luxury apartment in Ginza, Tokyo, where we are staying two nights. We get into brisk momentum, mindful that it’s a fifteen-minute walk and visitor queues for … Continue reading

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At Sea

Peri awoke with a jolt when the little plane smacked against the icy scab of tundra that served as the town of Bruntsk’s only landing strip. It was the last stop just past the edge of the civilized world, where … Continue reading

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LIFE OF PINKY: Pinky Celebrates Her Birthday

We’re celebrating Pinky’s birthday. The preschooler and I have chosen a one-kilogramme rainforest cake – as pink as can be – with a picture of Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony on it. We think the character best resembles our … Continue reading

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