“Only after an infant learns to identify words, can words start to have meanings.”
“This little girl was therefore doomed to a life of loneliness, silence and darkness."
"She could see nothing, hear nothing, and couldn’t say much.”
I was surprised at my relief. My home was shattered, my neighbours burning, my brother was dead, and my mother was broken.
Yet I felt relief and had thanked my creator, because my children had been spared. They were safe. For the moment.
The caretaker was a bit surprised at the strange request and said, "I'm sorry, I've never heard of anyone in heaven wanting to get married.”
“I'm afraid you'll have to talk to the Lord God Almighty about that. I can get you an appointment next week."
“At least no Alan Kurdi would die then,” Rosh sighed, “that three-year-old Syrian boy who drowned in the Mediterranean Sea as his family was trying to get out of Turkey for the third time.”
"Absolutely," the voice confirmed, "I'm telling you man, it's going to be the coldest winter on record."
"How can you be so sure?" the Chief wanted to be positively certain. Even the experts can get it wrong sometimes despite all the technology in use.
Quietly he lay, staring at the white hospital ceiling. It was a plain canvas, unlike his own life. If only life could be as uncluttered as ceilings were.
His life had been full. Made full by his own ambition and effort. It had been a life of becoming.
“Everything he touched turned instantly into gold. It was miraculous!"
"He touched a tree. Gold! He touched a stone. Gold! He touched a piece of shit. Gold!”
“Wow!” said Josh, “I really want that golden touch. Can Dionysus make me rich too? ”
The turret opened. A man's head and shoulders appeared, looking toward the sniper.
The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall.
You might have heard people being fired for not doing well, but there are many whose careers are destroyed simply because they do too well.
Too well for their own good.
The sun had vanished. Rosh sat alone in the dark conservatory. Finally, he could bear it no more. A solitary tear rolled down his cheeks.
As if on cue, the dark clouds opened their hearts and wept with pain all night.
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