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My Father's Gift

The gold buyer reaches out for the couple of ounces of gold-dust, held in a matchbox in my hand. He weighs it, then gives me his price. It is not even enough to buy food for the week. And I am nearing starvation. If I don't make a substantial find soon I am not sure how I will survive. Why must I continue in this ridiculous way of living? It is not as if I don't have a choice. It is time to stop this absurdity.
Cherry

Climbing Cliffs

Lieutenant-Commander Wilkinson leans over the bridge and says "You fellows can smoke and talk quietly. But I expect all lights to be put out and absolute silence to be kept when I give the order. Funny how being told you can talk, often creates silence. For a while no-one speaks. It is a time for reflection, prayer and composing letters to loved ones. But my letters were all written yesterday or the day before. And I don't feel like praying any more. Anything that has to be said to God has been repeated a thousand times. There is nothing to do but watch the sea and the moon and wait. Some times I fancy I can see the faint outline of the land. The land where we will fight ' and perhaps die.