Laughing at a Funeral
“Guess what, Amira,” said Gabriel excitedly on the phone.
“I don’t know. It sounds good,” said Amira enjoying Gabriel’s happiness.
“Come on,” urged Gabriel. “You’re a healer. You’re supposed to be psychic.”
“Only sometimes.” Amira smiled. She had no idea what his good news was but not wanting to spoil his fun she ventured, “Hmm, my powers are telling me that…,” she paused waiting for a suitable idea to pop into her mind. “You sold your painting for a small fortune.”
“Nope. Guess again.” Continue reading “Waldmeer: Unforeseen Circumstances”
“I was mistaken to believe I was so godforsaken. How could I be when all the lovely things have made their home in me.”
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Amira’s neighbour had recently let her know about the forthcoming church fete and festivities which were to commemorate the one-hundred-year anniversary of the Convent. It was a place Amira loved. Inscribed on the heavy, wooden door of the Convent were the words, Built on the hill to be close to God. It wasn’t difficult to find a hill in Waldmeer. They were everywhere. Nevertheless, it was a sweet sentiment. Continue reading “Waldmeer: The Convent and the Clinkers”
Done or Different
Amira was carrying the last of the art supplies from Gabriel’s car down the winding track to the bungalow. Gabriel had been driving to Waldmeer for the previous few weekends as he was keen to fix up the bungalow as a country studio.
“Thanks a lot, Maria,” said Gabriel. “Anywhere on the floor is fine.”
“Okay,” said Amira. “I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you have lots to do.” She turned for the door which was only two steps away. The entire length of the bungalow was no more than ten steps, probably, eight of Gabriel’s. It was just enough room for a bed and a small kitchen table. One single cupboard and sink made up the kitchen. Next door was a tiny room with an old but adequate bathroom. Running along one entire wall was Gabriel’s art and sculpting equipment. As the floor was uneven, he had bits of wood underneath everything. It was a constant reshuffle of the wood to try and get the structures stable.
Amira looked back as she closed the bungalow door expecting Gabriel to be staring at his works of art, all at various stages of completion. She was surprised to see that he was, instead, staring at her. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Reach For It”