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Friday, 22 October 2021

Life is a journey, not a destination

 Woman sitting on mountain top and contemplating beautiful view - Stock  Video Footage - Dissolve

Mary sat at the top of the mountain, legs dangling over the edge. Simon stood as far from the edge as possible, staring uncomfortably at Mary. Joan was laying out the picnic on a flat piece of ground, and Alec was transporting the beers, food, and blankets from the car.

Simon called out to Mary, “Mary, don’t do that. It’s dangerous.”

“It's exciting, Simon. Come and join me!”

“Not on your life. It will be my life on the line. I have vertigo. I will want to throw myself off. How can you be so calm?”

“Heights don’t worry me. They exhilarate me. Come on! Don’t take life so seriously.”

“Life is serious, Mary. You are so flippant. I can’t believe that you and I are such opposites, and yet our relationship works.”

“Your serious side is tempered by my rash side. We are Ying and Yang. We need each other.”

“Getting too philosophical there,” yelled Alec.

“Come on, you two. Food’s ready,” called Joan.

Mary started to get up, faked a stumble, and laughed at Simon’s sudden expression of fear.

“Simon, come on! It’s not my time yet.”

Simon grabbed her and held on tight.

“My journey would come to an end if I lost you,” he muttered.

© Vera Alexander

 

Saturday, 25 September 2021

The Doors of Hell


 

Carrie stood looking at the doorway framed by two pillars of pulsating fire. The dark doorway was flung into deep red shadows as the flames throbbed on either side. Across the top of the doorway, a banner announced, “Welcome to Hell”. The smaller letters underneath informed us that we were in for “An out-of-the-world experience.”

Peter prodded Carrie in the back. “Move on, Carrie! What are you waiting for?”

“It looks a bit scary,” said Mark.

Fiona scoffed at their fears. “Wimps! Come on, everybody is talking about it.”

“Yeah! Just don’t know if I am ready,” muttered Mark.

As they were watching, the door slid silently open. A figure in red flowing garbs erupted outside the door. He was clutching a menacing-looking pitchfork. Glimpses of red flashes appeared through the open door in the seconds before it slammed shut.

A deep belly laugh erupted from the figure who crept towards them. Flowing robes and maniacal laughter crept closer towards them. As he crept passed them, he flung his robes out so that they skimmed the four friends. Fiona found herself in front, with the others clustered in a scared mass behind her. Each received a prod from the pitchfork as the figure gyrated around them. His frightening leer caused them to clench more tightly together as he prodded them towards the flaming door.

Carrie started whimpering. Peter put his arm around her and clutched her close to himself.

“Come on. We all agreed to try this new nightclub.”

© Vera Alexander

Sunday, 19 September 2021

Use it or lose it

He lay on the hospital bed wondering how on earth this had happened. He was a responsible man. He had never done this before. DUI? Why? How?

His mind travelled back to the time leading up to the accident. Jill had ditched him, but he had sensed it coming. So why had it impacted him so much? What was it that she had said that upset him?

She had been carrying on at him about his wasted life. She felt that he was allowing himself to be eaten up by his mundane 9 to 5 job. His life had become so predictable and boring. His job was uninspiring and did not interest him. But what the hey? It paid the bills.

Jill had moaned that his artistic talent was being abused, forgotten. How had she expressed it? He thought she had said, “Use it or lose it”. She had hit the nail on the head. He was very close to losing it. Did he even know where the paints were in his new flat?

He had sat at the bar of the restaurant after Jill had left. One drink followed the next in quick succession, only walking out when the bartender warned, “Five minutes to closing.”

He walked outside and stood undecided on the pavement. He took faltering steps to his car, pressed the remote, climbed in, and had battled to get the key in the ignition. And that was all he could remember.

When he came to in hospital they had told him that his car had tried to climb a tree, breaking his left arm and bruising a couple of ribs. He was lucky it wasn’t more serious. He was lucky that no one else was hurt.

His thoughts were interrupted when a nurse arrived and said, “Come, time to get up and exercise your uninjured muscles.”

He felt very wobbly on his legs as the nurse supported him on the slow walk down the corridor. They passed the recreation room. He looked in as his eyes widened with wonder.

“Can I use this room?” he asked.

“Yes of course,” replied the nurse. “It helps with the healing process.”

He felt his interest stirring – there were paints. There was paper.

 

 

Monday, 13 September 2021

Pennies from Heaven

I was standing in a field when I was inundated with money flying down all around me. In surprise, I stretched my hands out to grab onto the endless supply that heaven had sent me. Excitement was rising in my breast. My eyes sparkled. I began to feel an element of greediness climbing into my soul.

Money had never been important to me, so why did I want to grab onto as much as I could?

The money was forming a thick carpet around my feet as more and more rained down on me. As I looked up, there seemed no end. Notes were stuck on my head and my shoulders.

I had a sudden urge to roll around in it. I dropped to my knees. I scooped up handfuls and flung them all up into the air, laughing as they tumbled back down. I dropped into the pile, rolling around in it. I lay on my back and made “money” angels.

A voice came from far away. “Barbs, what are you doing? Barbs!”

Something was nudging me. Slowly I opened my eyes.

“Barbs that must have been some dream! You were rolling all over the place laughing.”

Oh, dear! Back to reality! How sad.

Tuesday, 3 August 2021

Smell/Aroma by Peter Moni

All my life I have been involved with food and farinaceous products like pasta, bread and confectionery. I grew up with food. I remember on my 21st birthday. I was working in a bakery called Manna, and my day began at 3 a.m. and ended around midday. These were normal bakery hours. We used to produce roughly 2000 loaves of bread an hour, it, strangely enough, today I battle to make one loaf of bread in my kitchen at home. With Covid, I have a lot more time to practice and today I have mastered the art of making bread, only to find that it takes the same amount of effort to make one loaf of bread as it took to make 2000 loaves.

Now with all the time we have for home cooking, I love to make the Bolognaise sauce my mother used to make when I was a child. We start at the beginning: we purchase two boxes of tomatoes and mix them. They are salad tomatoes and plum tomatoes. You clean and remove the stalks and boil the tomatoes in a big pot for about an hour. Once they cool down you pass the tomatoes through a mouillee. This removes all the skins and the pips. From here you bottle the pasala in containers with salt and refrigerate the containers. For every sauce we make we need about 500g of pasala.

To start the sauce you fry up your chopped onions and garlic until they become translucent, just about 8-minutes add your minced beef and oil (you decide on the cooking oil - we use rough olive oil). Fry the combination until the meat loses its red colour.

Now you add the chopped mushrooms and let them soak in, if you have any intention of adding chopped chillies or dried tomatoes this is the time to add it. From here you add the pasala and all your spices. I normally add oregano, garlic salt, garlic pepperdew seasoning, paprika, mixed Italian herbs, a touch of cayenne pepper, salt and pepper to taste. At this point, you can add spices of your own choice like marjoram. But don't over spice the sauce, you can always add more later, but you cannot take anything away. Coming from an Italian family, the meat in Bolognese is not as important as a good tomato. Our preference is to have meat that is very finely ground, and in some cases, many like to add a portion of pork mince, to the beef mince. You can use the same sauce for making lasagne, the only difference being that the sauce must be slightly thicker. This source needs to simmer for anything up to 1½ hours. Many would love to add a glass of red wine to the sauce, the belief being that it enhances the smell and when the aroma of the wine disappears, the sauce is ready for the meal.

Whenever anyone mentions to me about smell and aroma my thoughts immediately drift towards food. Our smelling senses need to be trained just like our taste buds, we need to treat them as an integral part of our cooking, but there's one thing that we must always be critically aware of and that is we actually eat with our eyes.

In the meantime, you will cook 1 kg of pasta. Don't forget to add salt to the boiling water at least 2 tablespoons. Now add the spaghetti to the boiling water, but don't break the spaghetti - nothing does more harm to a good pasta dish than a short length spaghetti. In my mother's house, if you did that, you would be forced to start all over again. When cooking spaghetti you never leave the start, you get the water to boil rapidly and you stir the spaghetti to avoid it sticking. It helps if you add a bit of olive oil when you come to drain the pasta. The oil prevents any stickiness. The whole cooking process should be over within 10 minutes, the spaghetti has to be tasted whilst cooking, you want spaghetti al dente - which means it must be cooked, but still has a bite. Save a cup full of the cooking water, to be added later. Now we need to add butter and/or olive oil and 2 raw eggs, and stir, all the eggs do is add to the flavour and ensure that your pasta stays loose. Whatever happened to don't want the pasta sticking together? You are now ready for dinner, dish up the pasta and the Bolognaise sauce and some Parmesan cheese, and you now have a meal fit for a king.

© Peter Moni

Saturday, 31 July 2021

Forest Fire

 

The animals twitched their noses, some turning towards the smell of smoke. The older ones gathered the youth around them. The rabbits hopping around stopped to sniff the air to find the direction of safety. The leader of the group found the safe passage and as he was rounding up the family a herd of springbok bounced past heading in the right direction. Mice were also gathering, squeaking directions to the rest of their horde.

Soon the forest was alive with animals running towards safety. The smell of the fire became more intense as it progressed towards them. An elephant stopped and trumpeted to his herd. The females surrounded the young ones, edging them all to safety.

Soon all had made it to the clearing by the dam. It was a wonderful sight to see. Enmity was forgotten in the midst of the danger. Mortal enemies stood tightly together, united in their fear of fire and the fire continued to eat up the forest.

© Vera Alexander

Friday, 30 July 2021

Living behind a mask by Frances Roberts

It's a whole new world living behind a mask. To make mine more interesting I cut out a template, copied off Google, and, digging through my large collections of fabric scraps, cut out four. I sewed them and attached the elastic. One pink mask, one green, one blue, and one yellow. I wash them after each time they come off my face.

I quite like the mystery of masks. It's no longer, “How are you?” when you see a pair of half familiar looking eyes, but “Who are you?” I'm sad to say the eyes do not always have it, and the hair may have changed its color, shape, or length.

There's also the risk of giving offense to a dear friend as you sail past him or her in the shopping mall. But there are more upsides than you can poke a stick at. Just think about it. No more colds and flu, after queuing at the hypermarket on a patch marked STAND HERE, no germs flying up your nose as you jostle your trolley through the narrow aisles at Checkers in search of a two-for-the-price-of-one bargain. The coughing, the sneezing and guttural clearing of throats are no more a threat to your health: the dreaded virus has no chance of sailing up your nostrils and creeping its way down into your lungs. Your mask is a brave soldier, guarding your fragile immune system from all attacks. You can safely hum Amazing Grace as you wander along the avenues in the Botanic Gardens, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine near the sunken garden or rosemary or lavender as you wander past the herb garden, touching their leaves briefly and holding them close to your face.

Life with a mask has its humorous moments. I sometimes find myself halfway to the shops without a mask, having forgotten to put the spare back in the cubbyhole after washing it. Worse still I arrive at a shop’s entrance blissfully unaware of my naked face. I’m brought up short by the sanitizer-wielding guard who refuses to allow me in to buy a mask. How reassuring to then enter a nearby coffee shop, ask if they would sell me one, only to be given a clean mask from a pack by a gracious waitron.

How easy it is to avoid your grouchy Uncle Percy when you catch sight of the wispy fringe around his bald pate. What fun to just sit and sip your freshly brewed mocha java at the Mug and Bean and contemplate the lives of the customers as they wander in, sanitize, sit themselves down, study the menu, and place their orders. When you finally reach the shelf where milk is stored no one no one can hear your muttered curses as you find that the dairy section has reached its looting zenith. And you must try another shop or shopping center, or go home and do without it.