qmunicreate #06: Journeys

An anthology of creative writing from students at the University of Glasgow, in 5 parts under the theme of Journeys:

Nameless, a short story by Swara Shukla

Chessman, Warrior, King, a poem by Mairi Murphy

My Favourite Place, a short story by Aike Jansen

Abduction on Memoria Lane, a short story by Gerry Erang

The Glasgow and South of Spain Olive Oil Company Ltd., a poem by Tom McDonald

Abduction on Memoria Lane

The blasting wind screams along the narrow street, engulfing me within its solemn immensity like a frosty cloak. Tickling sensations rush through my body. I imagine giant ants, like those I have seen on TV earlier, relentlessly crawling under my skin. As I think more about these little creatures, I’m suddenly suffused with a profound sense of inescapable sadness.

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My Favourite Place

At a book fair in a church on a square in Inveraray, I read a poem by Liz Lochhead. It’s the only poem she ever wrote about her husband dying, a friend I’m there with says as she shows me the book. My eyes pass each word slowly, while I travel up the road with her, Liz Lochhead, and her late husband, savouring the Gaelic names of towns and expressive phrases, sitting down on a wooden bench at a book fair in a church on a square in Inveraray.

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Many Families, One Team

When I look at my eldest daughter, my second wife stares back at me. I see it now in my daughter’s dark, almond-shaped eyes and the way her nose pulls down slightly when she smiles. I see it now in that look she gets when I begin to speak. Like she’s typing all the words out in her head, so that she can go back over the conversation later to read between the lines.

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DEAR BROTHER

“It’s just…” Rishabh turns another page of the book he is pretending to read, “I don’t like the way he looks at me.”

I try to be indignant. I should be able to defend you better, brother. It hurts that I can’t stand up to my own son, when you were always ready to fight the world for me.

“Don’t talk about your uncle like that.” A feeble attempt.

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