Family success is a mess arranged neatly by generations. In our family, one male heir was allowed to be born every hundred years. This is how I came to be, and though I was a centenarian, I knew what I had to do. I think the pressure, though it may seem small to some of …
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resurrection (flying fox)
The city grew around the small brick house like an oyster around a dark pearl of uncertain nature. Inside the house, the two old people moved little as if saving themselves for a long journey. Outside, the brown village road turned high and black when the city swallowed the suburbs and spread its tentacles, touching …
reclination (chair man)
I’d completed my chores. Mother said I could go play with my beard now. I was one-hundred and twelve years old and she still ordered me around like a busboy. I was going to go to my room upstairs: there stood my lounger, a comfortable chair with a foot stool. Its cover looked vaguely Victorian. …
