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Chapter One I tried never to miss a flogging, but this one would be my last. And it wasn’t because I was a stupid, bloody girl. I wasn’t stupid. I had seen floggings before. You had to, to join our gang. The first time I saw a constable whip a young coloured man. I remember how the man didn’t cry––just a sharp aghh and a gulp of air – the pale brown flesh on his back sprouted red criss-crosses and the blood spread stripe to stripe. After the beating, when he lurched about, his khakis had a big wet patch across the front. Today was Satur...
Submitted to Contest #165
The French Mistress On the 23rd of January 1911, a paragraph appeared in the Diggers Gazette under the heading–– Dangerous Crossing Yesterday at 7.40 PM a young woman was struck by a locomotive as she attempted to cross the tracks between platforms at Park Station. The Station Master, Mr Piet Joubert stated that the public had been strictly warned not to cross the tracks except by the overhead bridge The Woman whose name is being withheld by the authorities until her relatives are notified is in serious condi...
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Pioneer Days: Pop Pop is a blacksmith. Us kids call him ‘Pop’ because he is tough as Popeye. He keeps his old cinder forge under the lemon tree near the kitchen. It stands on three iron legs. He fills the cinder pan with live coals, fans them with his kudu[1] hide bellows. Then he heats up iron rods until they are red hot. With his ugly hammer he beats them flat on the anvil, tap taps at the knobs and the lumps, then he bends and twists them in a big black vise. I always have the same dream about Pop. He is at the forge, stirring the ci...
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