When Doves Cry

We stood in front of my father's gravestone, with tears rolling down our cheeks. I was only nine when he went off to war. He had always been there for me whenever I fell down, whenever I was in pain. But he was about to disappear. I couldn't wake up on Saturday mornings and jump on his bed to wake him up. He couldn't take me out for ice cream, or to the CN Tower, or even sing to me at night when I couldn't fall asleep. He was gone. Another river of tears ran down my numb face. My daughter…

Oracle considered sending out her power into the doctor, but the idea of seeing a blown out knee cap made Oracle’s stomach churn. “There, now give it five minutes to run its course, and you’ll be right as rain.” “Thank you,” Reyes gasped. “Are you hurt?” A gentle hand lifted Oracle’s elbow then released it. Fingers felt around her neck and scalp. Oracle got an image flash of reddish-brown marks forming on her chin and right cheek. Above these bruises appeared a few scrapes, scabbing over. “I…

agreeing with everything that he said. From time to time Winston caught some such remark as 'I think you're so right, I do so agree with you', uttered in a youthful and rather silly feminine voice. But the other voice never stopped for an instant, even when the girl was speaking. Winston knew the man by sight, though he knew no more about him than that he held some important post in the Fiction Department. He was a man of about thirty, with a muscular throat and a large, mobile mouth. His head…