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dA 12th Birthday Story - Enjoy it! ^^My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after toenails because you'll only end up with a candy floss in your hamstring." I never quite understood his advice until one Labour Day, I was gardening with my best friend Gretchen. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was intensely delirium-inducing and spooky sounds came from deep within. Gretchen saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
Open. Shut. My eyes began to focus, sharpening into clarity with the first random object they fell upon. A knife. My startled heart pumped adrenaline through my body as all sorts of wild thoughts surged into my brain and held a manic reign. Then I relaxed. It was only a comb. Why had I been so quick to assume the worst?
My head ached. It ached with the sort of ache that only takes hold after a peaceless sleep, an unsatisfactory taste at slumber when your body is crying out for rest. I let my mind go blank for a second, numb in the grip of this pain Images flashed across my subconscious. Images I no longer knew but that held a deep significance, my gut told me. Or was it just my over-tiredness? I shrugged my shoulders and tried to sit up. Pain shot through my body, its ice-cold fingers shocking my senses alive. I gave in and let myself fall to the covers. Everything made a strange sort of sense, as if I had been in this place before. My
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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