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         The Toss of a Coin                         by DAF                                                                                        ''I don't need to be pardoned for my past sins. What's in the past is in the past unless you take pleasure in opening up festering wounds that never seem to heal over. Time can heal many wounds but it doesn't make a deal with your memories. This one you cope with yourself in y...

A FATHER and SON STORY                                                                             By DAF     A native of the rainforest lived all of his life with nature thinking and knowing that it was the giver of all he needed in his lifetime. He respected nature and now knew its ways that were passed from father to son. He was also doing the same for his own son, passing on the skills and the way of survival to live in the rainforest, but he also knew the future was changing and may not be quite the same for his son as it was for him. The son was also going to a school run by missionaries during the w...

                The 13th Dog                                                           By DAF                    Jill woke up before Jack .. it was her habit at this stage now of their relationship. She liked to have the coffee simmering for Jack in case he had to leave the house without breakfast. They have been together for almost over twelve years or maybe twelve and a half, nobody was counting. She knew if she was to wake up Jack right now and ask him ...    ''Hey, sleepy head, how long are we together now ...'' J...

         CIAN and ABLE                                                                               By DAF                                                                              ...

            J umping S hip                                                                      by DAF                                                 S tanding at the ship's railings, smoking and with the fresh smell of whisky on his breath looking out at the port, was like having a knife stabbed into his back. He hadn't been 'home' for twenty-two years n...

A Dog's Life                               Written by DAF                                                             Two dogs, one black, one white, and both loyal to the 'hand-that-feeds-them' are sitting on a bank of a paddie field as they have done every day in the hot sun, half dozing but alert to the sounds of their owners bent over planting rice and talking, some to themselves in 'that' complaining tone which the dogs are used to hearing and some praying, in the hope their karma is being paid-off. One of the workers slowly straightens himsel...