Deny though she does
a one-way ticket to hell
her first raffle was.
Chance
Tag: reality
The art of parenting
Sought a son
to achieve high
over and beyond
his age and height
hauling him away
forcing, from friends
the mother with hopes
cast him amidst wolves
encouraging greatness
discouraging listlessness
she carved a scaredy-cat
out of a sheer underdog.
A comforting shoulder
From behind his picket fence, Benjamin saw the kids playing. Along with the five year old twins from across the lawn, was the oldest kid in the block, Ryan. The three of them held a small teddy bear above Mark’s face — the three year old who’d just moved to the neighbourhood with his grandparents.
Ben remained rooted as Mark reached out to his teddy, and failing. Ryan was laughing, the pinkish gums behind his primary teeth, now gleaming in the sun. When his mother called for dinner, he cast the teddy aside and ran, the twins in his wake.
Mark had slopped on the ground, weeping. Retrieving the teddy from the sludge, Benjamin sat beside the child, and put his arm around him.
Bullied kids need a comforting shoulder. Ben knew, because he’d had none.
And life emerges
All in a day’s work
It was the year’s fifth meeting. HR manager, Jay, was inducting new recruits, a wide grin stretching on his otherwise unremarkable, freckled face. He waited while the group shuffled, some excited, some anxious, and some adjusting chairs. When they’d settled, he unlocked his arms, leaning on the table, instead.
“Welcome!”His eyes moved from one to another. They returned his toothy grin. Over the next hour, his ecstatic voice described the corporate guidelines. And as they exited, his voice resounded: “Good luck!” Jay’s grin disappeared as soon as the door shut.
Corporate hiring had become mushrooming—in thousands, disgusting and useless.
