For the first time a daughter had broken the absolutely perfect line of seven generations of newborn Brindamour boys.
Really great to see one of Leila’s stories having a second outing. Thanks so much for this Dave Henson. This is what he said:
And following on from Week 241, here we are at Week 242.
That number is a palindrome.
That’s not very interesting but it makes you wonder why palindrome is spelt that way.
The handsome interviewer smoothed his shiny red tie. “Says you’ve worked at the docks for practically your whole life,” he said, scanning Gwen’s resume on the other side of the desk. “That your crew unloads—whoa—a hundred ships a day? Is that true?”
She preps students for SATs, tells them that for some extra cash she can get them into the college of their choice.
In Laajpur, a notorious town on the outskirts of Delhi, strange things were happening. The events had baffled everyone. Initially, some had dismissed it as sheer foolhardiness and some as an act of sorcery. But now people were beginning to panic.
In the quiet darkness, well past midnight, where we had been drinking for about three hours with modulated care (if you can believe it) beside someone’s massive pool in the Poconos, the narrow beam cast by a flashlight came with an alarming start down the barrel of a sawed-off rifle bound to spread pain, sac pain, heart pain, knee cap pain. The rifle and the projected flash were steady, likely in the hands of a confident man beyond rifle-range tough, the heavy voice not asking but demanding an answer: “Who the hell are you guys? Speak up quickly, one of you, before this popper gets away from me. I’m not the best shot in the world.” The qualification he added in a mimicking tone said it better than any hard-line threat: ” but I don’t have to be.”
This photo was taken by participant/team Tony as part of the Commons:Wikipedia Takes Manhattan project on April 4, 2008.
Well, this is something different. Leila has unearthed our store of images. Not those ones that Hugh hid in the corner for when he wants to stick pins in politicians – No, the ones scattered through the stacks. This is what she said:
If you are reading this and know anyone who is wanting to submit, please pass this on:
WE DON’T ACCEPT CHILDREN’S STORIES.