For the past few weeks, Short Story Day Africa, in conjunction with Books Live South Africa, has been sharing the three winning stories of the SSDA anthology for 2016, WATER.
First was Mark Winkler’s Ink
I thought you were only supposed to see one thing, but apparently you’re allowed to find more. You should see a bat or a butterfly or a moth, and also the figure of a woman in the centre, if you’re “normal”. If you’re not, you might see breasts, vaginas, perhaps a penis. I cannot see any of those things. I suppose it’s mostly the men that do.
Two bodies arrived at our house a year apart. The first was my mother’s, in an ambulance, for us to see. My aunt came into my room. I had my head resting against the wall and my eyes closed. She sat on my bed.
“Do you want to see her?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Are you sure? I’ll come outside with you and we can just see her and say goodbye.”
“I don’t want to.”
Then Alex, Mark, and myself met up with the wonderful people behind SSDA for the soft press launch of the anthology Water, so here’s us looking a little like literary rabbits.
And today my story The Worme Bridge was put up on Books Live, so if you would like to read it, clickenzee.
When I was old enough to walk by myself to the shops to buy my mother her cigarettes, she decided I was too old to believe in rubbish like Santa Claus and the tooth mouse and fairies that live at the bottom of the garden. Instead, I would learn the real stuff, like what really happened to Pa and my older brother Matty, and what was going to happen to her.
Why ever since Pa had died she’d made me take him as medicine, ground up into my food to ward off the sickness.