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When the churches ran out of graves they dug huge trenches and the dead bodies were dumped into them. “Yeah, well I fucking miss her too. But Cas shouted out. Sally laughed aloud, as she remembered her little face puzzling and thinking before she’d replied, ‘I don’t think nomads want to be in a box.’, Cas was right. Further up the street, green-grocers exhibited heaps of their fresh produce. There we made a startling discovery. This isn’t real! ‘When people are fearful, be greedy’ as they say. The world is going to hell around us; everyone is dying and has abandoned their morals. Read honest and unbiased product reviews from our users. There was a pounding so loud that the earth shook. “Sad” because the walks are too short and I’m being put back home in an instant. There was an invisible thread between her and Cameron, fraying each day, slipping like sand between her hands. She shouted at her son to open the window wide. Haw haw!’. The debate continued. Noor and Mom walked so far there came a time when it was impossible for them to take another step and they had to rest. “Thanks for the call, Fraser. The darkness that had stretched around the world was coming our way, nothing was going to stop it. A narrow black pathway had been cut through the deep snow from the road, up the street to number 20. 200 people who don’t do dick.’. ​‘But hey, you got 50 cents, at all? Pen was crudely drawn on it, in a way which was vaguely familiar. I’m not in the mood.”, The low voice rumbled back: “Would you believe me if I said I were the tree itself?”, “No, I would not,” snapped Laurie. They were also well mannered and modest. Mum could hear her in the background, she knew. She didn’t notice the approaching curve…. ​‘Oh yessir. She never knew him. ​‘Unsteady hands, my lad. Cameron reached for a slice. “Yep? Moments after the collision, Sally came to. She was thinking of the first time she took Cas to the zoo, when she had been three. He would let the performance play on until the stranger asked for money. I’m worthless. She looked up at the night sky, illuminated by a strange moon. Eleven years ago my father was reaching the end of the one-way street of Parkinson’s Disease. We headed into the kitchen feeling a bit selfish, despite Daisy’s reminder that “just because someone is worse off than you doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt”. James dropped his head and sniffed. What lovely ladies they were to make me so very happy, Julia thought. “So, I have a deal for you.”. Stay still, I’ll come to you. Ten stories for ten days, by one hundred authors, Here Beginneth the Blog Called the Decameron Project 2020 Wherein Are Contained a Hundred Stories in Ten Days Told by A Hundred Authors, Foreword by Fiona RussellConclusion by A L Russell, On the first day of the Decameron, no theme was originally set. Pampinea excused everyone to enjoy the gardens and meadows. Himself? I felt so spoiled and frankly quite pathetic to be complaining about my situation so I stopped, respectful of his misery. The park was empty. They were all intelligent, beautiful, and noble by birth. Matt wanted to say something profound like, I’m looking for an answer to a question I can’t quite articulate. Mom stood up tall and lifted her trunk high and trumpeted as loud as she could. Perhaps the Highlands would be better off with wolves. This was the wallpaper from Sally’s first room, over fifty years ago. Day 4 is marked by tragic love stories. Imagine killing a person over a pack of two-ply, they laughed grimly. White embraced black, as the colours of the previous day faded away. But hadn’t she grown out of drawing on the walls? The moment arrived and there she was. Her mother was frantic trying to help her when the coughing was making her lose her breath. A final leaf, loosening its grip, fell through sunlight like a dove, and alighted on Laurie’s head. We had started out positive, my sister and I, on a mission. How does the author use the story of "the plague" to narrative effect? They only cared about themselves. Finally, the waves of pain raged through her body. “First, you need to stop. What accident? Must get that fixed tomorrow. Julia also enjoyed going to the allotment but was sometimes a pest, so, her Mum would send her to the top of the garden to look at the passing trains going between the coast and Newcastle, which was only six miles north. They always avoided the sick. I’m not real! by Julia James. You were shivering like a shaved moose when I picked you up off the heather.” He lightened, “But you’re safe and warm, noo.”. Look at yourself. Sally, smiling, wasn’t really paying attention. Had to find Cas, before it was too late. Sally felt with her fingers, until she found an edge. Perhaps the idea of setting timetables for the children in lockdown, making sure everyone was up and dressed and at desks at proper times, going to absurd efforts to make everything seem normal. One day Julia noticed two white broderie anglaise nighties blowing gently on the line. Or they’d removed the chairs entirely, which made the dining-areas eerily bare. Instead, they avoid their downtrodden peers who may be hunting for a handout. The next stage of the disease was black or livid spots on the arms and thighs, spreading over the rest of the body in a short time. The NHS was not yet in place and all medical services were private and the fees were very costly. As the years passed Julia grew into a healthy, active child. I was invited to all the parties with all the best people. “Will we see them soon?”. He died at Easter time, with my second child still unborn, barely kicking. You must’ve been a mere baby. How dare he, this fragile pile of flesh and bone, defy the heavens? One Tuesday morning at the Santa Maria Novella, there were only seven ladies there to hear the services. “You’ve got a lovely little baby sister,” she said. Seeing the world from up above is fun but, come on, you have to admit there is so much more fun in walking, getting there the hard way, it’s more challenging and exciting! Boccaccio wrote this novel as a way for women to divert themselves from their heart ache. Laurie squinted. Come to think of it, now that I have mentioned my kids you must have a pretty low esteem of myself… We are from different worlds though; I guess you could understand that. We should go to one of our country houses and enjoy life rather than live in fear and grief. Leave where? Not what he’d expected from a big city, but he guessed the call for self-isolation was taken seriously by a large chunk of the public. He opened his mouth wide to let the drops splash in on his tongue. She bent double, reaching out a shaking hand to the oaken torso of the nearest tree. Matt was too polite to shoot this man down so early on in his patter. Editor’s Note: For the tenth tale in Boccaccio’s Decameron, which was always told by a particularly witty character called Dioneo, no theme was usually set. Callaghan pushed a pack of king-sized rolling papers deeper into the brim of his docker hat. The door opened and the flushed face of their lovely grandma greeted them. I could almost feel my mother’s nod drifting across on a wave of understanding. The plague had originated in the East years earlier, wiping out a lot of people. The shock made Julia gasp and air flooded into her little lungs. Her mother had been furious. Let her words echo in the heated, squirming silence. It was late and she hadn’t got Smudge in. There was very little meat so the children only ate tiny portions but this was supplemented with lots of freshly picked vegetables. Sweet, pure water sent from that torturous sky. “Why apologise? Had Cas done this? Bath night for the girls was Friday when her brother Bobby was out at Scouts. “Where am I?” was his startled thought, as his eyes darted around the simple, white-washed bedroom. She grabbed the baby, opened her blanket and thrust her out into the freezing night air. No one was allowed to speak or listen to anything regarding the sick. Everyone agreed and Pampinea was unanimously elected Queen for the day. Sitting up in bed, sipping the piping hot brew, he thought back to the day before. When the garments were dried Julia watched as her mum carefully ironed the crisp white cotton. She could see her breath lit by the moonlight. From the airport his Uber-driver told him that a guy had pulled a gun in a store the other day. Cameron replied that he knew this, he just didn’t want a dead-end job. It’s time to stop putting ourselves before nature, the Highlands are dying, the countryside is dying… wolves would restore the ecosystems and bring life with them. She’d take her to the Highlands. Bob’s father passed away in 1942 and his mother also in 1946 just before he was demobbed. ​‘I’m looking for adventure.’ Matthew said confidently, and this answer seemed acceptable. In the corner was a weird looking cradle complete with a lid which you could see through. It was so she could pay off her debts and whatnot. We are intertwined like vines – humans, trees, birds, squirrels, insects, air, water, soil, all. “Ah,” said the Sergeant, “you may be just the person I am looking for. Hyperventilating and drained, he wrenched himself out of the icy water then collapsed in the boat, his lungs desperate for every breath he could spare them. I don’t care much for your harsh weather and your low temperatures so I’m getting rid of you for a little while, that way when spring is up…. As her breath puffed out of her cold-taughtened lips, she thought instead of her little girl, worn-out school shoes, sad-looking lunch boxes, and the amount of numbers in the red. I’m not sure what brought it to mind again now. It was hard leaving a wife, a seven-year-old son, a five-year-old daughter and a seven-month-old baby. Introduction to Day 1. Sally missed working locally, but the nearby hospitals were closing down, forcing her to find work far away at Aberdeen Infirmary. She felt scared. On the fourth day, which is often referred to as the 101st story of The Decameron… Then you need to listen. Oh how I wish you could understand me! This e-text contains some Greek and Arabic words, which may not display correctly in all browsers. THE DECAMERON On wine, on poetry or on virtue, it’s up to you.”. Said she had had dreams too, before now. That’s all who matter. Her older brother won’t remember him. Neifile said to Pampinea: I am scared that if we take them with us there will disgrace and disapproval to follow, because they are in love with some of us. It seems to me like you have been going through a lot lately because you take me out three times a day. This would be the second time this week Cas had eaten alone and got the cat in before putting to bed. Bring us into all your conversations, your actions; become our missionary. She trudged into the yellow kitchen on the right, and, opening a jar of jam, spooned it sparingly on two slices of bread. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, in some green grassy ditch, in the mournful solitude of your own bedroom, you wake up and find the drunkenness already fading or vanished, ask the wind, the waves, the stars, the birds, the clocks – everything that flees, everything that groans, everything that moves, everything that sings, everything that speaks – ask them what time it is; and the wind, the waves, the stars, the birds, the clocks will answer you: “It’s time to get drunk! Women naturally do not know how to reason in a group. Boccaccio intends to tell 100 stories in ten days. Karma? Where was she? I remember how scared I was on my first few flights. This was to protect the baby from any gas, however there was no way the tiny girl was going in there. You have to leave here’. The sound of sirens; help on its way. My kind doesn’t care much for family and the bond you seem to have with your offspring is nothing like mine. It’s what makes my days interesting and therefore what matters the most to me. First Day, Fifth Story. A small acorn dropped and hit her on the head. Her little face wasn’t smiling as it usually was when Sally got home late from work. After the meal, Pampinea ordered Dioneo to play his lute and Fiammetta to play her Viola. Will we not now find there is comfort in joining in, doing what everyone else does, feeling part of a group activity, taking part in a virtual this and that, eating the phantom food? What matters most to us ***** 1. It will be ok. Sally read it for the third time. Cat food as well, that’s something else she had to do tomorrow. The first signs of the plague were swelling in the groin or armpits. My woman, she was a gambler. Herself. We shall all elect the first leader, but after today the next leader will be appointed by the current leader. His companion harrumphed quietly and continued his gentle slurping. Does it seem wrong because we have lived such a cult of authenticity, of true feelings and being able to express them, of Being Our Real Selves, that we are all twisted up on the harm we could do to ourselves by …pretending? We have a great distance to go before we reach home,” said Mom as she looked to the far horizon. In this man’s wise words he knew he’d find steadier ground or an even keel in an unfamiliar place. Somewhat embarrassedly, Laurie moved around the tree to the other side, searching, waiting for someone to jump out. The blanket was carefully wrapped around her and then her mother Lydia gently took her in her arms and sat down to feed her. But her father… Sally felt her father’s presence; his warming, reassuring manner. She’d been too tired. ​‘Ay, I see.’ Captain Callaghan squinted at the quiet street, surveying it as if it was a vast and desolate ocean. One dinnertime I noticed with a kind of awkward fascination that he was carrying out all the motions of eating dinner – knife and fork to plate, raising them to his mouth, chewing and swallowing – but without any food on the cutlery. “They are Mrs Potts”. “Cameron, you know we can’t afford to all live here based on just my salary. Yak yak yak.’, ​‘Oh yaw. Laurie’s hair began to be lightly tugged by a soft breeze, whistling and weaving its way down the tree trunk. you can ask them,” her mum replied. She had done that. We will be back with Dad and Grandmother as soon as we can be.”. The months passed, and come September, Bob, her father, had volunteered for the Royal Navy and went off to war. Is that like a dowager in wartime dressing for dinner, getting out the fine china for a meagre meal of whatever mystery root vegetable can be found in the cellar? Laurie fully turned to him. “This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten,” exuberated James. It’s OK, mum’s here now.’ Sally started to run to Cas, wanting to sweep her up into her arms. « So You Want to Add Tax to My Sugary Beverage Now? That was persistent. Weird stuff too, the kind of stuff Daisy and I ate, not mum’s style. The phone rang. Just get drunk. “Look, if you’re hiding up in this tree, would you just come down and speak to me here? Poor Lydia thought her heart would break. Hey, we would figure it out. Supermarkets like Loblaw’s and the Metro were also well-stocked, bar the shelves of pasta, pasta-sauces, and toilet-paper, which had been stripped bare. She’d take Cas to the Cairngorms after school, that’s how she’d make it up to her. Crosswalks were painted with the colours of the rainbow flag, and Matt appreciated the murals that decorated entire brick building-sides, but it was mostly just dull cement pavement and pot-holed asphalt. They sat in a circle. What is the historical/social significance of the plague? He had to get to shore. Outside, we do-” and at this point, the tree uttered a sound – assumedly a word – that cannot be described in human language. Dancing, good mates, yes, but then when it passed surely we would just have a big excuse for a full on party season. Your friends will be safe with their families. Storyteller: Panfilo; Panfilo starts out like a good boy by reminding his friends that they should begin in God's name. As the warmth of the day faded, the lanterns of the nearby town twinkled, reaching far up into the darkening sky. “I have a mobile telephone if you would like to give someone a call. But she was getting so tired…. It was a special moment that Mom, and Dad, and Noor would always remember. There were still others who took the middle road. Don’t interfere. The family did not do too badly as Julia’s grandparents kept chickens and her mum and Bobby kept the allotment going where they produced lots of fresh vegetables. Suddenly the wind whipped up so that the tree was wildly animated, thrashing its branches, filling the air with shushing and groaning. Far quicker than anyone expected. Matt walked through Dundas & Shuter Ave. and scanned the modern university buildings. There would be other years, different chances. You rely upon us. The topic for these tales is a person who has acquired something through painful sacrifice—or someone who has lost something that is regained by the end of the tale. Unlike her to be that selfish too, it’s not like it was easy to get supplies at the moment and here she was with months’ worth. The gas boiler in the kitchen heated the water for the tin bath which was placed in the living room in front of the fire. Blinking, she looked again. Eyeballing Cameron, she hit a button and turned her back. “Well, isn’t that convenient for you.” Laurie turned sharply and started walking towards the pavement. “Mom,” said Noor, “I am scared. ​The voice went on smoothly, “I’ve let my brothers and sisters fall at your hands from the moment you stopped being hunter-gatherers, but their children took their place, and our family tree continued.” There was a slight creaking from the highest boughs, like a small wheeze of laughter. The city was full of corpses. Everyone sang and danced. The two faces stared back, realisation dawning…. They crossed the river where the fish swam in the clear waters. Call it all off. They passed the villages and towns of man, where the shutters of shops and doors of houses were closed tight. Winters are too much for my kind so I just stay in. Whaddya get when you put 100 civil servants in a room with 100 lesbians? Wandered Europe. Please just… make sure Daisy gets to school on time, ok?” Cameron nodded, saying nothing, eyes averted. Neilfile is in charge on the third day. He had the usual problems with manual dexterity, with swallowing, with facial expressions. She did not however cycle as well as the boys due to the fact the bicycles were too big for her but she nevertheless had a good go! I’m ruined. Matt was lost, after all, and seeking guidance. She danced around and sang and clapped her hands and her mum and sister also joined in the singing while she spun around almost falling over with dizziness. His brow furrowed. ‘Stop! When she had finished the others were very excited and began planning their trip, all except Filomena. An unheard of practice began to spread through the city due to the plague; women did not mind having man-servants. You wouldn’t understand. The kitchen rotated Laurie back to face Cameron, desperate tears collecting in the corners of her eyes. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. Women, on the other hand, do not have these same luxuries. When the hour had come they all came into the dining room. Laurie stopped. DAY THE FIRST 1 THE FIRST STORY. Like before, I expected the markets to crash. I visited my birthplace in 1977. As far as Matt could surmise from the crests and troughs of the weathered laugh-lines and crows-feet that belonged to Callaghan, he was firmly in middle-age, having lived either fifty-five tough years or forty tougher ones. I have seen many humans like you; your emotion does not shock me.” The leaves above her head rustled. February and March were bitterly cold as war raged over Europe. Spend the afternoon there, see the sunset. “Well?”, Cameron retreated onto a sofa away from the light of the rest of the kitchen and sat down. They met up in the meadow where there was a cool breeze and shade. Synetic Theater. These bulges ranged between the size of an apple and an egg. These are both the best but also the saddest moments of my life. None of these three men were over 25 years old. “Are you in trouble, man?” asked Fraser, concerned. Neifile blushed, because she was loved by one of the young men. ​When Laurie looked across the field, pausing for breath during a frosty morning run, it seemed to her that the trunks of the beheaded trees, their form faint with distance and mist, were strung up against the skyline like a warning to the rest of the natural world. Fairest ladies, there are a great many men and women who are so dense as to be firmly convinced that when a girl takes the white veil and dons the black “Still here,” came a rich mahogany chuckle to the left of her. BLACK, INC. 171 Madison Avenue NEW YORK, N.Y. Mum, you have to listen to me.’ Sally stopped; hurt and confused. Matt picked one out for him, which Callaghan lit and dragged on with incredible deftness. And with that, he closed the door, sat down in his chair, stroked his faithful canine companion and started to hum a hymn. Her skin was becoming flushed with excitement. But why did she need help? The work surface unsteadily supported her hand. Decameron First Day, Fifth Story. And I made lots of money,” replied James. Storyteller: Fiammetta; Fiammetta begins with a standard piece of courtly love wisdom: if a man is right-thinking, he'll always look for a woman of a higher social station to love. “So, as the second wave of infections came along, I decided to take a bigger short position – but this time with my own money. Gently she pulled, and a sheet of pale, yellow wallpaper came off it, she held it in two hands in front of her face. I will not tell you their real names, in case they become embarrassed about what I am going to say about them. She had to find Cas. But I don’t really understand what you want me to do about it. Everyone was free to do what they wanted. Lydia helped them with their washing and would hang it out on the line in the back lane. Thank you for taking me out? Trees shouldn’t have stumps at their tops. Sally felt a pang of guilt because she hadn’t helped her with it at the beginning of the week. ​“I have plenty more where that came from,” came the rumble, patiently. Summary of Boccaccio's the Decameron, Day 1 Story 6; Summary of Boccaccio's the Decameron, Day 1 Story 5; Previous Post: « Free Woodworking Patterns for Kids. I propose that we elect a leader from among ourselves and this person will be in charge of keeping everyone happy and entertained. We only had ten children together. As his eyes opened, he was admonished by the glowering wrath of the imperious, dark-slate sky. God rest their Souls.”, Fraser looked at him and replied, “It’s strange. Around the hour of nones (3 pm), the Queen had everyone woken up, because too much sleep in the middle of the day is not good for a person. A few green leaves fluttered mischievously on the outstretched twigs. Polite people oot and aboot, declaring ‘sorry’ (with strained ‘O’s) at any micro-mishap. And I’m going to be late to go see my mother, who’s really injured. Laurie peered up. They rang the bell frantically and eventually a rather austere lady with a hard face opened the heavy front door. Phones would still work, conversations could still be had, not the same but still. Anyway, I feel like I am rambling for nothing here. “Right. As we rooted through drawers and ran our hands over items on shelves, we started to talk about what we were going to miss the most as we hunkered down. Introduction to Day 1. Dad was here too; in the forest. Shit! Maybe he could say something just vaguely romantic? “I miss the old Laurie,” Cameron muttered. All they wanted was to be with the women they loved, who just so happened to be three of these afore mentioned ladies. Log out / Change ), you are commenting using your Facebook.! 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