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Weekly Contest #102
Knysna, the soul of the Garden Route. The locals believe that anyone who enters the village, is at risk of never leaving. The limitless landscape is a ploy. For, by day the ancient Addo Elephant spirits defend the borders and by night, the mysterious moon, like a giant spotlight, illuminates the dark woods. Its close friend the Phantom Pass, meticulously keeps a roll call of all who enter the village. Two daunting sandstone cliffs on either side of the lagoon mouth, tirelessly guard the hazardous passage out to sea. The shadowy forests ha...
Weekly Contest #79
Carla is on her way to the front door but stops when Julia speaks to her. ‘Where are you off to, Carla?’ ‘I’m going to the shops to buy everything I need to start my scrapbook.’ Julia raises her eyebrows and says, ‘You should be studying. Now is not the time to start scrapbooking.’ ‘I didn’t ask for your opinion or advice and I certainly don’t need your permission.’ ‘My word, you are defensive.’ ‘No one can blame me since you are forever questioning me.’ Julia rolls her eyes and says, ‘And I suppose Mommy will foot the bill as usual.’...
Weekly Contest #74
DAY 1 I lie curled up on the chair in Ma’s bedroom. The big old grandfather clock in the hall tells me that in one hour, my shift ends. Then Anne, my sister and only sibling, takes over. Ma’s only 52 and it’s agonizing to watch this killer disease they call Alzheimer's, entomb her day by day. The low, mournful call of a Buff-spotted Flufftail, announces morning mist over the stream that runs through the bottom of our garden – Ma’s favourite place since I can remember. I sit up and dry my eyes. I slowly get up from the chair and take her ...
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