Wednesday 25 September 2013

Himalaya









She has a small room in the centre. The rent is cheap; they have stopped collecting rubbish years ago. It is her very own Himalaya. She collects red.

Sunday 22 September 2013

Mountain (for Isabel)

The last time she saw her, she was wearing her dirty old ballerina shoes, the hippie skirt and a sad smile. There was something growing inside, she said, and it was not a child. She had just finished drawing one million lines. She counted them one by one. It took a thousand days to complete.

In her world everything was measured, weighed, thought. She dwelled in clarity and purpose.

 

 

Monday 16 September 2013

Us



Us
We always tried to do the right thing for the family. The young always want to rebel, we let them do it for a couple of years. After that, we need to ensure they are pliable and ready to comply.

We let them read and write a bit. They play, get fed and learn the ropes. Once a week they are instructed in what to expect. We do not hide anything. We do not believe in lies. They have been especially selected for endurance, and stamina. No client of ours has ever been disappointed.


Sunday 8 September 2013

Continuation human error

She was my mother.

 

 

Human error


I swear to you, I didn't see it coming. The day was peaceful, there was no rain at the beginning. I packed and left relaxed. Everything was going to be all right. I was going on holidays. The city glimmered inviting, bewitching.
The street was busy with the early commuters. I had the radio on. It kept me awake. I arrived at work just in time. It was my last day. Said hello to the recepcionist, got into the lift, pressed floor 9th. It took a little longer than usual. When the doors opened, I stumbled and hit my left hand rather hard. I went to my desk and put ice on it. The woman came around laughing, stopped next to my chair, bent down and carefully spat on my left ear. She looked into my eyes and muttered: human error, then she turned around and left. By the time I recovered, she was long gone.
Nobody knew her, nobody had seen her. I checked the cctv, but there was no clear footage. I left work, moved cities, started a family, all the usual stuff. Last summer a friend gave me a painting for my birthday. I recognised her. I asked about the artist and my friend told that she died ten years ago. She was a little known painter. They were not sure where she came from. She appeared after the last war, lived in a modest house painting and drawing. She sometimes showed in the local artist's fair.

Tuesday 3 September 2013

Always








We always tried to do the right thing for the family. The young always try to rebel, we let them do it for a couple of years. After that, we need to ensure they are pliable and ready to comply.

We let them read and write a bit. They play, get fed and learn the ropes. Once a week they are instructed in what to expect. We do not hide anything. We do not believe in lies. They have been especially selected for endurance, and stamina. Nobody has ever been disappointed