Nonfiction
An Audacious Eulogy
By Wanda Ernstberger
Some stories should never be told. At least they shouldn’t be told until no one can exact revenge on the teller. Grandpa passed away over five years ago, and Grandma died last month, so this is my eulogy; only instead of expounding on the good qualities of generations past, in keeping with the Scriptures, I will only present the truth—Grandma was no poet.
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A Case of Identity
By Malcolm Forbes
In 1954 the book A Woman in Berlin was published in America. Its author, a rape victim at the hands of marauding Russian soldiers, chose to remain anonymous. Her wishes were respected and her identity was kept under wraps for the rest of her life.
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On Their Salad Break
By David Francis
They all have short fine hair, tied back, and drawn faces with cruel or at least cold eyes. One is a blonde. The blonde has on a sleeveless – from which her bra strap intrudes on her slender skim-milky arms – flower-pattern granny dress and white tennis shoes.
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The Benevolent-Faced Bull
By JoAnne McKay
When you visit the British Museum run straight to room 10c, Assyria: Khorsabad. Here, in one object, the museum’s intention to ‘show the world to the world’ is realised. Look at the great thing. It will fill your eye, so gaze on it.
Two Weeks Old Forever
By Hartley Pool
As midnight traces its way into early morning, I fight the tiredness and I watch him, just watch him. He is fighting as well. Those tiny arms jerk spastically outwards, fists punching the air and that chubby, grandfatherly face contorts in and out of a yawn that he does not understand. I wait to see if my son will give in to the sleep that clearly wants to come, or start agitating towards a scream.
