Mary and Malee walked towards the ocean, leaving Georgia along faced down on the chair. “Do you know how to swim? Go ahead. I will walk along the beach.” said Mary. Malee learnt how to swim from very young age, playing with the boys much older than her. She remembered they were playing catching rubber…
Month: March 2020
Writers’ Journal #150 – Fried Potato – 34
“Mary, why are we here?” asked Malee after Georgia had dived into the ocean. She couldn’t understand why Mary and her, two servants from the house, were accompanying Georgia to a private beach and not washing vegetables and preparing for dinner in the kitchen with the rest of the servants. Mary got up and came…
Writers’ Journal #149 – Fried Potato – 33
“Do we have to wear like her?” whispered Malee to Mary. Georgia was wearing a bikini which literally displayed almost all of her arms, legs and her back as she walked out of the door. Malee couldn’t imagine wearing anything like this out on to the beach in full view of the crowd. “No. But…
Writers’ Journal #148 – Fried Potato – 32
“Shopping?” asked Malee. She had absolutely no experience of purchasing things that are not needed, never mind luxury. All her life, she could only think of what to eat for the next meal, not what clothes to wear. And she wondered how could a girl like her be needed for accompanying Georgia, who had never…
Writers’ Journal #147 – Fried Potato – 31
Mary and Malee too left the room quietly after the professor had done so. George was soundly asleep at the couch and Mary went into the inner room to get a blanket to cover him. Once they were out of the house, Malee blurted to Mary. “Am I going to be in trouble for arguing…
Writers’ Journal #146 – Fried Potato – 30
“What do we have for the lesson, professor?” asked Georgia.”Another night market? Oh, and how was your trip to the beach?” “No. Not a night market. It would be at the Pattaya beach.” smiled the professor, suddenly realizing Georgia had already mentioned the beach. He instinctively opened his mouth to ask how could she have…
Writers’ Journal #145 – Fried Potato – 29
“Fine. Come in.” said George, giving into Georgia’s whims as he used to. He, like the rest of the servants, had been dreading the day she returned home from overseas and it seemed he wasn’t wrong. Georgia had always been a thick-headed sister of his and as much as he loved her, he couldn’t tolerate her at all. She had all the brains, but none of the EQ. She had been pushing everyone off the edge as soon as she had returned, and it seemed relentless.
Writers’ Journal #144 – Fried Potato – 28
Suddenly , the master boomed. “Oh, these are very good fried potatoes. I have not had them this good since I was in the army. Who made those?” Mary stepped forward and pointed to Malee. “Malee made it, sir. She just joined us last week to help the young master.” said Malee with a slight…
Writers’ Journal #143 – Fried Potato – 27
“Oh, she is new here. Understudy to Mary.” replied George while shifting his body to introduce Malee to the girl. “Malee, this is Georgia. My sister. She is coming back here during school holidays.” Malee bowed. “She stinks the same. Both of you need a good shower.” remarked Georgia and pinching her nose at the…
Writers’ Journal #142 – Fried Potato – 26
“I am so sorry, George. I came down as soon as I can” said the commissioner in a different tone from before. The whole environment has changed, and it somehow relaxed Malee enough to release her grip to George’s hand. “Has the flight landed?” asked George, standing up, looking at his watch. “Yes. But we…