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"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
"Thou shalt not wear horizontal stripes," concluded Sister Lara. Optical Illusions: Their Effects On The Figure was an important section of the education of Novices of the Sisterhood of Glorious Glamour. She was about to ask if there were any questions but there was no need: she could already see a hand.
It was Novice Lisa: "Why?"
The other novices gasped. A heretical question like that might just earn a reprimand, but more likely was expulsion, or worse.
When the lecture was finished, Sister Lara accompanied her student to her studio – nuns live in cells; fashion designers work in studios; studio was more Glamourous – and took a key out of her pocket and opened the bottom drawer of her desk.
"I didn't mean to..." interrupted Lisa, extremely worried and more than a little flustered. "I just wondered..."
Lara opened the drawer and took out a few sheets of paper. She unrolled them onto the desk. "It's something I've been working on. I thought you might be interested.
Lisa looked at the d
The Clockwork OstrichA clockwork ostrich walked across the beach. Daniel was a strange guy, but clockwork ostriches were a different kind of strange.
Daniel knew that beach dates are reasonably normal. Unless they take place in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter ; if they do, they definitely are weird, especially when the tide is high and the six-foot surf is booming. But Wendolyn was a weird woman. She was rather enjoying the evening, in fact, as well as the company.
At first they could not see that it was clockwork, or even that it was an ostrich. They just saw a shadow moving across the sand.
They ignored it. Or maybe they didn't even notice it. They were rather concentrating on each other more than anything else, really. The date looked like it was heading in the right direction, reflected Daniel. He didn't need a clockwork ostrich to butt in and spoil the whole thing. Fortunately, clockwork ostriches don't exist – not, I suppose, that mere absence of existence ever stopped something from
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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