Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on friday 11 january 2019
She is my friend
As the late summer sun rose, its rays slowly filtering through the misty haze, Benedicto climbed steadily up the steep, rocky slope in the foothills just outside his village. After walking for an hour or so, the nonagenarian stopped to catch his breath. He looked into the distance to take in the magnificent view before him. While he rubbed at his grey, gristly beard, his mind wandered off to the days when he was a young boy.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on monday 15 october 2018
With a glum look on his face, the young Aboriginal hunter, Manimanuk, looked out over the plains from the rocky outcrop where he was standing. Angry words had been spoken earlier that morning in the camp of his people. To Manimanuk it seemed as if there were two camps. One, led by one of the elders, was determined to move on to better hunting grounds before the dry season came. The other camp felt it was better to wait until one of the mothers fully recovered after breaking her leg while foraging for yams.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on friday 21 september 2018
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Episode 26
“So, what was that stupid mistake you were talking about?” Deborah asked Jenny curiously, when they had finished talking to Norm on the footpath just outside the beach house.
The question made Jenny blush with shame. At the same time, Jenny knew it was better for both her and Deborah to get it off her chest. So, she cleared her throat and began to tell Deborah about the mistake that was troubling her.
“You mentioned stalking back there and that’s when I realized who could be stalking you.”
Deborah’s eyes opened wide as she listened closely to her sister’s words.
“Let’s go inside,” she suggested.
“Good idea,” Jenny replied, and they went inside through the front door.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on friday 11 may 2018
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Part 4 in the Helena Series
After enjoying the view at the bayou, Helena and Marlon walked back to the gardens of the grand old house. There they stood beside Grandma’s oak again. Out of reverence for the wise old tree, they hesitated to lay their hands on its sturdy, grooved bark. Instead, they stood there for a while holding hands. In doing so, they soon noticed how powerful the oak was even at a distance. It filled them with a sense of calm.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on thursday 3 may 2018
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Episode 22
“I’ll tell you what, let’s go outside and get some fresh air,” Jenny suggested.
Deborah took a sip of wine and nodded.
“Yeah, good idea, sis. I could do with a walk.”
On hearing Deborah say the magic word ‘walk’, Dougie leapt up out of his basket and began running circles in the living room while wagging his tail with enthusiasm. The two sisters burst out laughing.
“Go on, fetch your leash!” Deborah cried out to her faithful little dog.
Dougie needed little encouragement and was back within seconds. Deborah attached the leash. The three of them then left the house, after Jenny had made sure all the doors were locked.
