Drama

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œWhat a damned job!’’  I imagined well Anton’™s muffled voice in clear exasperation emerging from the ceiling box-room while he, on the step-ladder, rummaged’  head and torso deep inside. The stuff stown away had lain undisturbed for many years.’  He had no lust for the job to say the least.’  But they needed the space and he had finally got around to clearing out Pnina’™s, his mother- in law’™s stuff, left after vacating her home some ten years back.’  ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Pnina had moved on to a compact home organised for the retired elderly. Her new, small home was comfortable enough for her much reduced needs with the additional opportunity of the company of others in a similar stage in …

‘ ‘ ‘  The driver’™s first guess was that she may be dumb. Then, perhaps just shy, for in answer to his offer of a lift to the village she simply stared, saying nothing. As an old resident to these parts, he was sure that she was either new or just passing through for he knew all those of the estate. ‘ ‘ ‘  In the twilight of the country lane her pale face appeared through the car window like a rising moon. Her blouse, wet from the summer drizzle, clung to her slim body contouring her early womanhood. ‘ ‘ ‘  On her part she was endeavoring to sum up the man behind the wheel of the pale blue car. Often enough warned about strangers …

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Sleep but twice in the singing wood ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  My spell I weave so well ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  But dare sleep thrice’  and take of my wood ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  My song shall be thy knell ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  For an eye for an eye,’  a tooth for a tooth ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  A soul I shall take for a soul. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Gypsy song’ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘ ‘ ‘  If it hadn’™t been for the persistent endeavours of Andrea’™s good friend, Antonio, he would never have undertaken the three day journey.’  Time was too precious.’  His ‘˜babies’™ were, he felt, unhappy without his presence.’  He reigned in his horse beside a glade for a noonday snack.’  The late spring sun was fierce that day – the sky cloudless and a …

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Ever since I began teaching at the mixed junior-high,’  almost two years ago, the garden had fascinated me.’  Each morning on my walk to work, I would stop a moment at the gate and admire how expertly cared for were the borders leading to the house.’  Here was no ordinary gardener with green fingers but’  a man who not only spoke to plants but who also interpreted their voices.’  For a long time I had been toying with the idea of contacting him.’  One day I made up my mind – I reached out to the phone. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œHullo.’  Is that Mr. Greensmith?’ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  A deep bass answered, ‘œYes.’  Who’™s this calling?’ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  I wondered whether I detected some …

‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œNaomi, you will come to my birthday party tomorrow. wont you? I’™m so excited.’ ‘ ‘ ‘  The girls, both five and best friends, spent most of their free hours together sharing all there was to share. ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œHello Girls – Julia, Naomi. Doing anything special?’ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œNot really.’ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œJust talking, Grandpa.’ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œThen come with me, Julia. I’™ll show you something really exciting – I think you’™ll just love.’ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œWhere?’ ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œJust over to the fountain ‘“ there.’ Pointing. ‘ ‘ ‘  Not only the family loved the fountain at the flower corner of the garden, the many birds that visited to drink and wash had made it their own soon after it had been set up. ‘ ‘ ‘  ‘œMaybe you …

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Jonathan straightened from having worked bent double’ for some twenty minutes. He stretched muscle bound arms to the side and back, delighting in the relief’ this brought to his athletic, well formed’ body.’ Tall, his pale hair showed from under his conical ‘dunce’s’™ hat of khaki, his Kovah Tembel as fondly termed by Israelis. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  He was proud of his up and coming orange grove. The trees now in their second year had a freshness of youth about them. Only a person who loved trees could feel as he. For him they were truly alive. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  The four acre plot was small compared to the tract of land his family had worked in the Ukraine. The Ukraine,’  wasn’™t that a hundred years ago?’ ‘  …

‘ ‘ ‘  Love, as strong as it may be, is often subconscious until the loss of the object of love.’  Hate, on the other hand is always strongly felt – its presence like an unpleasant taste or smell.’  Hate may well begin in infancy with certain things that are distasteful. At this stage it is like a root hair ‘“ tiny, almost insignificant and undeveloped but, like a root hair, may grow to become a secondary, then a primary root. This powerful root will then become venomous not only to the hater but feeding society with feelings and chemicals it can well do without.’  ‘ ‘ ‘  Hate, in extreme cases may become a constant companion, souring life, poisoning the blood-stream even disfiguring …

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  My name is Tillah. My sister, Likkah and I were born in Thailand, she two and a half years before me. Born to a working mother, from the early age of four I began my working life when I joined my sister and mother accompanying them to work. Mother worked on a steep slope in a rain forest pulling and sometimes carrying cut logs and trees to be floated down the great river. She liked her work because her keeper was kind even though the work was hard. ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Of course my sister and I didn’™t do any real work but would watch our mother and other elephants at their work. Naturally, just as would be expected of a …

Ohad woke to a strange feeling that he had slept long yet was still very, very tired. His head ached badly. He thought his eyes were open, yet all was dark. ‘œBlind,’ he thought and the shock shook him into a frightening reality. ‘œDear God!,’ he went on, ‘œI really don’™t know whether it’™s dark, or ‘¦’ He didn’™t want to think of the alternative. By the smells around him, he felt he must be in a hospital. ‘œBut why!? What happened’¦’ ‘“ he struggled with his brain but found nothing that helped him fathom out why he was where he was. He couldn’™t recall a thing.’ He tried to move first his hands, then head. Fear clutched at him. …

The rain was coming down in sheets as David drove at a crawl, almost having to feel his way, south. The wipers on double speed did little to give him visibility for more than just a few yards each third of a second.’  The wind and the rain, lashed at the heavy station-wagon, its gusts threatening at times to sweep car and occupant to the roadside ditch in spite of its weight and robust skid-proof tyres. ‘˜Please God let me get there in one piece!’™’  The man was numb with anxiety but greater was his dogged determination to beat the storm. Only his level-headedness enabled him to keep his speed down to ten mph in spite of his urge to …