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[mariana-mar]

Bolo de Limão🍋 *Uma delícia😋💚

[iemand2]

Shame under the Sand

Tens of small and large tents are erected on the golden sand. It is a summer morning, the waves are quiet and inviting. Even more families defy the hot sand and drag their tent, food and kitchen utensils to a free place. The swimming, playing and sunbathing beach guests pay no attention to the man who, at the edge of the beach, gives instructions to a bulldozer that shovels sand into a truck.

Támo shouts at her sisters, little sisters and the children, points to the place where the big tent has to be set up and where the luggage should stand, safe for sand. Satisfied with the collaboration, Támo leaves home to pick up her mother, for whom there was no place in the two taxis, and to collect the rest of the luggage.

The man next to the bulldozer screams and swings violently to draw the attention of the excavator. This one puts his head out of the window, opens his mouth and then his ears; the noise of the machine prevents any understanding. The indolent truck driver finally turns off the engine and gets out of the machine. The man next to the bulldozer points to the truck --a white cloth and a small arm stick out above the sand.

Támo and her mother get out of the taxi and, with their heavy luggage in their hand, they walk across the asphalt to the wide staircase that separates the road from the beach. They can not move further; the view of the beach is hidden from view by the crowd. Támo struggles between the disappointed beach guests, and stands for a crush barrier. "What is going on here?", Támo asks the young policeman. "An investigation is being conducted", he replies. "Research into what?", She asks worriedly. "You will hear it later from others", the agent turns down any further questions. Using her mother as a fence, Támo opens her wallet, pulls out a twenty-dirham note and stops it unnoticed in the policeman's hand. This young man feels it, stops it in his pocket, looks to the left and to the right, pushes the crush barrier a bit further and lets Támo and her mother through.

An ambulance and three police cars are standing on the edge of the beach. Policemen are standing here and there, white coats visit one tent after the other, bothered by curious children. Támo's sisters can not control their impatience to tell their older and disposed-to-listen Támo what they have heard. "An baby has been found, dead, under the sand… The police and the doctor are looking for the mother, the women are not allowed to leave the beach, the men might have, you missed something, then …" The speaker is silent when she hears a man coughing. "Can we come in?", a female voice asks. The doctor, a middle-aged woman, leaves the two agents outside and enters the tent: "The little children have to wait outside", she recommends dry and business-like. She looks into the eyes of the women, gropes their breasts and examines their lower body. "What a mess!", Támo break the silence. "Yes, it certainly is," says the doctor without enthusiasm. "The poor child, it will surely have just been born?", Támo tries to get more information from the doctor. "We do not know that yet, madam". "There are still families who yearn for children, and giving them a child is not forbidden, is it?" "No, but you have to follow the procedures", the dry doctor answers. The doctor is ready, thanks and leaves the tent.

The family has started her lunch. Shouting and loud voices come from the outside. Támo stands up and leaves the tent. A young girl walks between two policemen, sobbing. Behind them, three other women trudge, probably mother and two older sisters, afraid and in tears. The girl disappears in a police car. Támo braves the hot sand, accelerates her pass and stands beside the sad mother. Támo: "What a disaster!" Mother: "God is great, what have we done to deserve this?" Támo: "Where are they taking her?" Mother: "To the police station." Támo: "Can not you go with her?" Mother: "No, only a lawyer can visit her at the police station." Támo: "Shame, that poor child is so afraid, she is not yet fifteen." Mother: "Yes, madam, she is fourteen and the culprit is now at home with his family, sitting at the dining table." Támo: "Does not she live with you?" Mother: "No, we placed her with a family a year ago, with a "respectable" family! She had to have a future, and we thought she learns to cook, clean and do shopping, and that she learns something from city life and later earn some money, and now they have "taught" her that!" Támo: "'Respectable' families are not everything!" Mother: "That's my fault, she often complained to me about their son who did not leave her alone, I said that it will pass and that she must be patient and that it will be okay. I am the one who has to be at the police station, not she."

Támo: "What did they say in the hospital?" Mother: "She gave birth at home the day before yesterday. I did not dare to take her to the hospital, I thought about what they were going to ask, and so on. A midwife helped us." Támo: "And you have come to the beach to recover?" Mother: "No, not really, the baby was born dead and we were scared. You see, madam, we come from the countryside. And we thought that, if we say who the father is, that rich family would bring us to court, and we can't afford a lawyer? And with a child, my poor daughter can't achieve something in life. " Támo: "No, I know, a child can sometimes be a additional drag for young girls. There are a lot of young girls walking around with a child on the arm, the wretches!" Mother: "In our neighbourhood, behind the beach, there is no room to bury the child, and God has led us to the beach." Támo: "Poor girl, who knows what she has to go through." Mother: "Yes, madam, our suffering is great, may God be merciful to us!" Támo gives the mother some coins for a taxi, kisses her and her affected daughters and wishes them strength.

"Those damn waves are lost again", Támo curses the USB modem. She is so eager to catch up with her husband who lives abroad, and keep out the grief that the word "waves" raises with her. She starts looking for the abstract waves, but she can not find them indoors. She opens the door and is out in the street with her laptop. The waves are found, the connection is made, Skype is waiting for an order and Támo is delighted: "Hello, you may not see me well, it is dark here, I am outside, wait a minute, that thing is so heavy." Then, to the night watchman in her street: "Mr. Omar, hold this thing for me for a minute, will you?", looks for some coins in her dressing gown and gives them to him, and to the device: "So, I'm back again, how are you doing, darling, wait a minute, it starts to drizzle, I'll just get an umbrella", and a moment later: "I'm back again, are you still there…"

[houstonjdowns]

Why The Story Telling is Powerful That You Must Have it in Your Article

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[paulwhitewriter]

Where did Wally Twitchett come from?

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[rodchiappe]

#ripavicii 😔 #realfan #true #stoties @avicii #sweden #aviciiforever #iloveyouavicii (en Independencia)

[nsoromma78]

Book 1: #narrativetelling / #poetry #Book 2 a #collection of 7 #shortfiction #stoties Get an autographed copy from me. Support #livingartists

[simplydoingmybest]

The Zodiacs at a sleepover: part 10

The Gemini were tied up, as the girls washed them. He could see the guys standing outside. They had all been washed. S few of the girls would force them into the bath and start it up. They would begin to take off all their clothes except for their underwear. Then they would begin to bath them like they were little kids. They would soap them up, wash their hair, etc. the only thing they were allowed to do was wash their privates. As soon as they were done, the girls would dress them in girly outfits. The Gemini were dressed up in a girly dress. The girls left one at a time to also get cleaned up. Then they would come back wearing an outfit similar to one of the guys. Once everyone was dressed, the girls got with the guy who was dressed the same as them. The Gemini got stuck with Pisces. Sagittarius got stuck with Virgo. Aries was with Cancer, Libra with Capricorn (the girls decided that Libra and Aquarius also needed to pay, although they were a lot nicer to them than the other guys). Taurus was with Leo, And Scorpio got Aquarius. They each got out a make-up kit and started to pretty up the boys. "Hey," Virgo said, "you guys are the ones that wanted to be here, so deal with it." When they were done, they made the boys clean up the whole house while wearing their girly outfits. And they refused to let them leave until the house was spotless. They got done just as dawn was cracking. They all quickly cleaned themselves off and left. They all vowed revenge. The girls just smile, ready for the next time. (Sorry if this part felt short, or if it didn't seem like a good ending)

[wildhearty]

He's tall, amazing body, big brown eyes, and short hair, jokes with me all the time, we both do judo so we fight a lot, is a complete dumbarse but I like him so much. He has an amazing smile and personality, cares about everyone and everything and is shy but cute. We have been friends forever but have never actually dated although we've admitted to each other our feelings...

aww it's time then <33

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