I’ve wondered that too. Perhaps it’s because they still feel pressured to remain at the top of the heap. No matter what the reason, Stefan/Eric has plenty of cause to keep his guard up. Thanks again for your comments.
You’re probably correct that Stefan would have bolted. Then again, in a small like Houghton, if that woman had suspected Stefan was a homeless stray, she would have called the police. Your description of Stefan as famished and guarded is exactly right.
@SilentandBroken I like that you called this chapter a ray of hope. For once, Stefan meets people who aren’t out to get him. It’s a good few hours, though they can’t balance years of hurt. But at least he can eat a little more and remember someone who just took him as a friend. Thanks again for your thoughts.
Keeping the hammer would have been an excellent idea. Perhaps Stefan was just too exhausted and undone to think of it. My continued thanks for your response and for reading.
The principal may simply prefer to take the side of the kid who appears to be stronger and presents less trouble. The father on the other hand, is beyond horror. Yet I took some of this account from news stories - things like this (and worse) happen to kids in this country, even today. Thanks very much for continuing to read and comment.
@SilentandBroken Thank you for your response to this chapter. Stefan simply has no clue how to navigate his school. It appears as if he fends off what her perceived as danger as events occur. Then again, too much of his world looks dangerous. Thanks again for reading and commenting.
I have read or am reading most of the entries in this sub-group by @AC Benus. I recommend them enthusiastically. I also see there are plenty of other titles to assay. Thank you for this post.
Thank you for your thoughts and for reading this poem. The thousands upon thousands of wasted and maimed lives cry out for an accounting from those who see armed force as a tool to get whatever it is they want. It’s up to us to call for that account.
When our leaders are allowed to dehumanize whole nations full of people, it puts us all in danger. At least, so it seems to me. Thanks a million for reading.
It seems as if a century of blood
spilled by a million million blameless sons,
and then a billion more laid in the mud,
have made no mark upon those mighty ones
who think of armies as their whimsied toys
with which to exercise dominion’s sport,
accounting nothing for the lives of boys
so innocent and soon to be cut short.
How stupid so-called great men seem to be,
who cannot time’s most simple lessons learn,
yet those of us born to humility
I like this story. The idea of an enchanted typewriter appeals to me, and you pulled it off well. A dry, parched, arid and dusty well of ideas is certainly something I’m far too familiar with. I only wish my own ancestors would occupy my ancient Olivetti in such a productive manner. Thank you for this!
Liam becoming a friend and even a wise mentor to Ed made me smile. So did his analysis of the two books. Liam has come a very long way, even as you show us how far he might yet have to travel.
You’re very kind. I think Fleetwood Mac has a wider audience than I do. I can still hear every sound, music included. Funny how memory works, isn’t it?
I’m glad these combinations of couplet and skyscraper conveyed that to you. I hoped something like that would come across. Thanks very much for reading!
Some moments drip with wet and cold,
while others gleam in light and gold.
*
My old eyes
are no longer focused
on the gaunt tree beyond the window,
nor on the slope of your bare chest and lanky frame,
but I can see your smile well enough
to know the coming hours
will shine bright.
~ ~ ~
When through the air sweet flowers fly,
a breath of life is surely nigh.
*
I can scent
the Marlborough you smoked,
you