U is for Unbelievable
“Thuza laughed.
‘I have been here for
three months but I’m leaving soon. Would you like to come with me? Then stay
strong, Little One. Stay strong.’
It might have been
madness but it sounded so rational: not at all like a foolish fantasy but more
like a plan. It seemed that Malee had a way out of the detention centre, or if
not, she had at least done an impressive job of deceiving herself that such a
thing could happen.
‘How are you going to
get out? This is a prison. They won’t let you leave. Don’t be foolish!’
‘You are ignorant,
Little One, and trying my patience. You’ve been here for one night and you are
telling me the ways things are. You don’t know anything. Get up now. Let’s go
and get something to eat.’
Thuza rolled over to
face Malee. ‘I’m not hungry.’”
from chapter 7, Ashmore Grief
A friend of mine is overly fond of the adjective ‘unbelievable’
and so I want to dedicate this post to her. When I hear the word, or think of
it, I think of her. Certain words or phrases are like that: they get stuck in
your mind and are inextricably linked with a person. Either because of the
peculiarity of the word itself, or their over use of it, the word and the
person become one.
It is unbelievable to me that I have chosen such a path. It amazes
me that I have achieved as much as I have. I once dreamed of what I have now
accomplished. With over thirty short stories published and three novels, I yearn
for more. The unbelievable can become the undeniable, and I will never cease
trying to prove it.
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