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STEPPING INTO the flat this evening, something strange happened; the veranda became a veranda, the yellow lamp on the wall a yellow lamp on the wall, the mat on the floor turned red instead of its present blue, the woman who looked up from the shelf of potted plants - now a shelf of mangled bonsai - became a woman with subtler lines underneath her eyes, speaking, as she had once spoken, 'Never forget.' I nodded, as I had always nodded. 'I won't.' But that was then.
Cyril Wong is the author of Squatting Quietly and The End Of His Orbit, both published in Singapore. He is currently pursuing my honours in literature at the National University of Singapore. Contact Cyril Wong at: cyrilwong@angelfire.com March 28, 2002 Back to Oasis |
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