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
"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