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=MINSTREL C Bass tf j ise REDEEMER UNIVERSITY COLLEGE LIBRARY ‘TRE VONSTRET. Nov 2 + 2olf PER/LH!3/.R4/MS6 ee ae rink p. pt nee oe eae "LITTLE MAN LOVE BUGS 2 © UNTITLED ain Bute: p, 12 y Reagan Builer p. 13 ~~ AVAKENING REA ©" UNTITLED ~ STORIES GROWN OLD COMRADE” THERE IS NO WRONG SO . _SWEETY ~ lt . a CONTENTS pelle TRAVELON BUTI NEVER CAUGHT HIS NAME GONE. BROKEN. hy Josana Hiddebrand= Almost agonizingly, the pale, tired sun sets into the crystalline lake, russet-gold nays mingling with icy bluz ane purple. Faint breezes wart off the rippling waves, carrying the bsiny scent through the frosted ait, combing Uirough dhe spare pine needles, The wind is a sizh off che lake, «faint mean, tco old so show aay e#fort.Alseady the moon is conquering the eastern sky glacing harsily at the frozen land below: A few lonely snowflakes drift in the purple air, glinting briefly before landing on the frozen grass, left over from last surames. Ong suowfluke lands on the tps of my fingers, intricate dersils melting away into a drop thar nuns t0 ‘my palm. Once I would have felt the cold, the minor chill, but now everything is numb. Like « river frozen by the winds of winter, shere is no Feeling, ne emotion under this mask. Once say eyes would have duifted over the growing clouds in the winter shy, not stare empty, glass}. My eyes dntt close, soft black fringe sbucting out the twilight sky. How could I forget? Darkness bas not been my fiiend sine... since it was all taken way. My eyes pop oper light ooding deep inty my being, Mis voice crackles in my head, sinister, velver, oozing contempt. I can’: take this anymore. Sitting up, L wrap my arms around my kaces, burying my face in the rough but familiar texture of ny jeans. IF anly T conld forget everything, wipe the slate elcen. If only the falling snow would wash everyting away. Cleanse my mind from the shadows, tke inky darsness thar lingers, fingerprints of the past, But nothing can erase my memories. squeeze my eyes shui, wish for teats to come, 1 trickle down my feustbitten cheeks, ‘There are none. am frozen, like the ice thas steals zeross the lakeshore. Frozca with the haunting voiee in say heae, Tean hear him laughing and I want to sczeam, vomit. My shin tingles ane a shivet ripples up my back. Tr Fees lke he’s always right behind me. Always there. Desperation urges me to my feet, slipping on the iey rocks to the creaking wooden planks of the dock. Ir rocks hack and forth with the waves, each step further out from the safety of land. Tae dark wate: beckons, curling its chilled faagers, wiuispering iny name in hushed tones, One four forward in front of the other Ican’t ston. The water is an. undulating surface, éa:k, a blank canvas. No bubbles ‘work their way to the prey surface, no light penetmates its depths. Irs an empry carves, wairing 1a be painted with my thrashing screams. “Whe sun is gone, ‘The sky, just like the water is black, cold, heartless, There is no maon, just a hlesk smear of éarker clouds close to the horizon, The water whispers, cajoling me, calling me, It wants me ane Tent the cold silence found it ts hosom, Twant co deink it all in, submerged in the mucky, acrylic depibs, There 5 no light at tie tocky bottom, no noise but che loving murmur of the darkness “These is no light in the sy. There is no light in my life. A shuddesing breath wocks its way up my spine and though my numb lips“Uhe plume swirls throught the cold ais, fading T men my gaze to the night sky, where one lone star shines. A lonely glimmer, dulled by noplius clouds, fyzating to be seen an all she blackness. ‘The water whisper: once more, reaching far me. Not tonight. One foot backwards behind the othe=. “Vhacb all L know One mnoze might alone, one more night ke the tiny scar Snowflakes hir my face es I ascend from the lake edge; cold warer rns down my checks, mingling ‘with fresh tears, The mask crumbles away and the light of the moon illuminates my eyes. Byes fall of dreams, UNTITLED billie amr oe Pe a an LITTLE MAN by Geoffrey Roome Tam aware of a litle man ou: the comer of my eye. He seems to he carrying something small within his delicate hands. He reaches out with it as if to keep icalive. Iam aware oF a lite tan “Liste man)” I say, “what is that in whieh you are easrying?” says the mun, I urn puzzled. He does not move, bur iastead sakes his time st opening ad closing his hand. When he smiles che wrickles on his cheeks show his uffection, | am: awate of «lite mar. “Tittle man are yon cortain of this?” Task again. “What is it that you are holding?” “A purpose.” be replies, He concinues with his gesiures, his eyes ever fixed or his hands, His Face looks younger now Tam aware of a litle man “Little man," Is2y, “ic will be dark soon. Don't you wish to come inside?” I reuel: ous my hand from che place I stand. “No.” he answers. “I chink T shall stay warm here.” He bas yet te look at me. Ian only make out a few lines of his face, His wispy whit hairs old and tarered, young.and alive. Tam aware oF # great Tstle man, —