“You will never learn,” my mama said to me.
She sat me down at the kitchen table with a sack of potatoes and a paring knife and told me to get busy.
But I did learn. So did she.
Never make a kid mad and then hand him a knife.
Joe Malone is living with a Wora woman and her three sisters in South Sudan. Read more of his writing at joem18b.wordpress.com.
The bear came through the door of his shack tent with a squeal of abused latchwork and snapping lumber.
He started up in his open sleeping bag. In the next frozen second, his eyes darted between his knife, hanging sheathed above his bed and the intruding bear.
Time ran out.
A longtime LRR fan, Alex works for a gold exploration and development company in Saskatchewan. This was written while in a shack tent, after having watched a bear safety video too late a night.
Editor: I worked with LRR for more than two years until I left in 2010 to finish school.
They played the tape of his wife’s murder for him and studied his face carefully. It was paper white. Innocent.
The tape restarted. Once more they watched the brutal stabbing.
Back at home, a single thought pounded through his mind as he stroked the still-bloody knife: “There was a camera?!”
Jennifer Slade: tall, beautiful, luscious blonde locks, sparkling eyes, excellent singing voice, doctorate in art and design… In reality, a high school student with a passion for drawing and music. She also has a vivid imagination.