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Submitted to Contest #136
The last time I saw Maurice he was getting on a train with Irene. I don't think Irene was really her name. Nor was it Iryna, which she was also called by. I think both were code names, just as mine was Vienna. Maurice's actual name it turned out was indeed Maurice. He was a Catholic theology student and it seems he wanted to stay as close to the truth as ever. A fatal flaw, which for him not only meant no code names but issues of conscience and conflict regarding his own mental and internal debates, sometimes vocalized,...
Allen Roy MacPherson 19 Rosend Avenue Kingston 20 Jamaica 1-876-324-2461 allenroy.macpherson@gmail.com Approximately 3,000 Words No More To His House By Allen Roy MacPherson "He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more." -Job 7:10 The Immortal Rihla and Those Who Contemplate The Wonders of Life &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #9
The hand that rocked the cradle was not my mother. It was my 2 year old cousin. I could not have been one year old and 60 years later, I still remember it as clear as if it was yesterday. I think the memory stays with me and is incredibly and indelibly etched in my mind, because the only really recognizable thing, the only truly and newly unumbilical attachment, to a 6 month old infant is its mother, even more so than her nurturing, nourishing breasts, and maybe, used to turning to see her tender hand and slender fingers, when the crad...
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