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They really do. I saw them on the window beside me in the waiting room before the interview. I never knew such small, short-lived things could have shadows. They're just dots of moisture, particles sticking to glass. Who would think they had shadows?
I shook the umbrella dry under the porch and went inside to tell my dad I got the job. He was fixing the curtain rod in the living room when I told him the good news. He didn't say anything at first; sometimes I think he's deaf, or too preoccupied.
"That's good," he finally said while stepping down from the ladder, "but don't get too excited."
"It's one of those first time things, Dad."
"I know, I know," He wiped his glasses clean on his shirt. "It's just that things are different nowadays. The economy's not the same as when I was your age, all young and energetic.
"Pretty soon you'll feel the brunt of the work. Your boss will hint to you how insecure your job is. Max five years, I read in the Australian. Most don't even go over two."
I was really lucky to get it. With both my parents retired and myself old enough to leave home, any work with money was good. We're going to support you too, they said. Support, that is, leaving a space at the dinner table free. And even then the portions were scant.
The sky is full of raindrops when it rains. Before the big shower starts there's always a rumbling, a low-key grumble from the clouds; I take it as a warning to head for shelter. And under the shade I watch the raindrops spilling down from the sky and shatter into other transient drops. Dad hates the rain and always stays in when it pours.
I want to tell him what he says doesn't matter. I want to escape from his new-economy reality for a moment and soak in the victory. Getting the job was like winning it. Don't need him to tell me the bad news. Raindrops have shadows but you don't see them all the time. Usually you want to forget they have any.
Wonder when the rainbow's going to show.
I shook the umbrella dry under the porch and went inside to tell my dad I got the job. He was fixing the curtain rod in the living room when I told him the good news. He didn't say anything at first; sometimes I think he's deaf, or too preoccupied.
"That's good," he finally said while stepping down from the ladder, "but don't get too excited."
"It's one of those first time things, Dad."
"I know, I know," He wiped his glasses clean on his shirt. "It's just that things are different nowadays. The economy's not the same as when I was your age, all young and energetic.
"Pretty soon you'll feel the brunt of the work. Your boss will hint to you how insecure your job is. Max five years, I read in the Australian. Most don't even go over two."
I was really lucky to get it. With both my parents retired and myself old enough to leave home, any work with money was good. We're going to support you too, they said. Support, that is, leaving a space at the dinner table free. And even then the portions were scant.
The sky is full of raindrops when it rains. Before the big shower starts there's always a rumbling, a low-key grumble from the clouds; I take it as a warning to head for shelter. And under the shade I watch the raindrops spilling down from the sky and shatter into other transient drops. Dad hates the rain and always stays in when it pours.
I want to tell him what he says doesn't matter. I want to escape from his new-economy reality for a moment and soak in the victory. Getting the job was like winning it. Don't need him to tell me the bad news. Raindrops have shadows but you don't see them all the time. Usually you want to forget they have any.
Wonder when the rainbow's going to show.
Literature
The Couplet and the Villanelle
The Couplet and the Villanelle
Said the couplet to the villanelle
"You, for all of your complexity
really are a vacuum and a shell
overwrought and odd, compared to me.
You, for all your cunning and your craft
your metaphors and similes and signs
conjure awkward rhymes that make me laugh
strung together in repeating lines."
Said the villanelle to couplet small
"I know I can ramble on at times
but, you know, you are inside of me
and you are complicit in my rhymes.
What's ironic though, you know... doggonnit.
both of us are stuck within this sonnet."
Literature
A Legacy of Wisdom
You have scribed your words,
wealthy wreaths of wisdom,
on paper never torn or worn.
You have etched your passions
on my brow.
You have left this wallowed world
victorious; eyes resplendent
with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.
Your passions shall echo in my ears
unto eternity.
And should I stray into some
sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, Ill know
that Lears been there before, and
Ill not swoon.
And if Hades doors open up
before my stranded soul, and scorch
it with the heat of hell, Ill recall that
I am not the first Dantes been down
there as well.
A
Literature
Keeper's Gloves
He used to play football after school
Pretended he was on the pitch for real
His friends too; passing the ball in the hot sun
Like their heroes in boots and keepers gloves
He loved to play in goal to recreate
The craft of Shilton, or of Clemence
While in front of him, docked out in red
His friends raced towards him as Keegan
Such lovely times; I watched the boy grow up
Still donning his gloves through high school
To safeguard his school side, and each weekend
Hed head on down through Stanley Park to sing
He wore red as if it were his heart
I guess it was; he cheered for his team
He cheered on to finals and to
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I had problems organising some of the sentences. Sometimes I wonder whether I've mentioned something too many times or too little, but in the end I settled on this version.
Oh yeah, I got the idea for this after watching the rain. Just thought you might want to know even if it was obvious.
Oh yeah, I got the idea for this after watching the rain. Just thought you might want to know even if it was obvious.
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Heh, i wanted to comment on this great piece but all my thoughts have already been written out by the the commenters above me. So I'll just tell you that I liked this piece for its simplicity. The metaphor is all you need to get the point across.
Btw, have you read 'the judgement' by Kafka (or anything else by him for that matter)? Because the subject matter is somewhat similiar and if you want to find out more about effective constructions in short stories maybe Kafka can be somewhat of an inspiration.
DeadCow
Btw, have you read 'the judgement' by Kafka (or anything else by him for that matter)? Because the subject matter is somewhat similiar and if you want to find out more about effective constructions in short stories maybe Kafka can be somewhat of an inspiration.
DeadCow