“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…
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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…
Writers’ Journal #141 – Fried Potato – 25
“So lets hear it again. What happened this morning?,” Malee wasn’t sure whether they wanted to know the truth or their version of what happened. She could sense the frustration from the men who would not be satisfied with the truth. That they brought both her and George to the police station and asking questions…
Writers’ Journal #140 – Fried Potato – 24
Malee was the first to left the spot. But she quickly noticed George was still standing on the same spot so she had to twist her body to ran back to the hut and pulled his hands. George felt the wind behind him as Malee took off, but he was too occupied in his own thoughts to take any actions. It was only when Malee’s hand grabbed and pulled him he realised their only option was to ran and ran as quickly as possible, till the main road at least. They were soon followed by the two thugs who had finished their job with Malee’s father and hell-bent on recovering their money by any means.
Writers’ Journal #139 – Fried Potato – 23
Malee thought it was a familiar voice as she fell on the road. Luckily, the front wheel bicycle hit her leg as she was running and aside from the few scratches, she didn’t felt any other pain. She got up from the road and dusted her clothes to meet the face of someone who looked like George. She wiped her eyes to make sure her eyes were not tricking her.