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Essance

Samanth’s father had often claimed he’d been robbed. Of his heritage, his culture, his homeland. The list was burnt into Samanth’s mind for the moment he’d learnt to string together words and ask his father questions.

At nineteen there was a girl whose skin turned his father’s eyes dark with fury. His father pointed at her back through the kitchen window and burnt new words into Samanth’s mind. In these ones Samanth was the thief, the robber snatching away what was left of “their kin”.

Samanth looked at his father.

“You cannot steal another’s essence father. Only surrender it yourself.”

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Carol J Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on her first novel ‘Darkened Daughter’ and attempting to put together a collection of poetry in the hopes of submitting to publication in 2020. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers here on Writing and Works.

5 Comments

    • It’s a tricky siutation, and I did think twice before putting this up because I know how passionately some people feel about this. However, I’ve always felt that fear over losing something cannot be a reason for refusing to accept someone. Everything changes and develops and as long as we remember, and keep the past alive in ourselves then no matter what that heritage will find a way to continue. [I really hope that makes sense.]

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