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The Date
The woman looks at the man’s neat, somewhat expensive t-shirt, his muscles holding it tight underneath. He had big manly…
Tainted
The Rat and Parrot had become a building I knew like the back of my hand. It was as familiar…
Wax Paper
My Grandmother always used to bake. And we were her little helpers. Hands and knees on the pine benches gripping…
Childhood pieces
Ouma was always in the garden. And Oupa, in the workshop. Lydia in the kitchen, and Ben somewhere near Ouma…
The Potato Rosti
I sat down in a cafe, livid and disappointed that my morning hadn’t gone as planned. Despite being well aware…
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Can you remember, as a kid in the backseat watching the telephone lines dance as you wind your way to…
the train ride
The paint on my palms.
On the Road
She was thinking back to the afternoon they discussed On the Road. Smoking a cigarette, he was turning 30 next…
Learning a Language
My first day of university. I’m sitting in the front row of the class, close to the door because I…