Kitten's New World
The lightning struck on the other side of the mountain. The flash briefly turned the black sky violet; thunder shook the branches of the bleached tree.
The kitten soon recovered -- she barely remembered a time when the drums of the sky had been quiet. She decided to go for a walk, for the rain had calmed to a drizzle and she had not left her branch in many hours.
She stood up, and climbed down. The ground seemed different -- the grainy softness was most unlike the blades of silk the little kitten remembered. It was damp, too, and there was a sweet swishing sound nearby. The kitten walked towards it, and drank. The spring-water was cool and pure. She drank for many minutes, and then looked up. Before, the little pool had been deepest black, but now a blue-white disc had appeared. The kitten reached out to touch it with her tiny paw.
The disc wobbled and broke up. Disappointed, the kitten walked on. She knew by the feel of the ground beneath her and the smell of the air around her that t
"씹할년*!" Aekyung rarely swore in English. This had several advantages: at school, she was not punished, since nobody understood; at home, nobody would understood enough to feel insulted if the insults were in English. That word in particular had a resonance for Aekyung, although she rarely spoke any other Korean.
"Me? A bitch? Who stole whose man here?" Siphokazi screamed back. The absence of slit eyes does not preclude someone from learning a few foreign swear words. Ironically, it had been Graeme, a friend of Aekyung's, who had taught her the word a few days back.
"It wasn't like that..." Aekyung tried to explain. Indeed, it was not like that, but by that time the group had divided into Aekyung's side and Siphokazi's, and nobody cared about explanations anymore. Insults in Korean, Xhosa and, mostly, English (despite people's fascination with foreign swear words, it is far more satisfying to be understood).
Over the next few days, the fight continued. Th