Thanks to everyone who listened live to our 2011 Nil Desperandum Christmas Special. This live event was great fun, and everyone definitely enjoyed it.
This story was previously published online by Yesteryear Fiction.
“Go and fetch some water Hassim,” my mother said. I picked up the buckets
and started to walk down towards the river. As I did so I overheard her
talking to her aunt.
“At least the well is safe now. It hasn’t collapsed for two years.”
It is said that if history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
So let me tell you a story about apathy, and how it came into this world. Now, some people think that hate is the opposite of love. But really, does one hate because he cannot love? No. One hates because he has loved and lost, turning hate and love into neighbors.
However apathy, by definition being the absence of passion, emotion, excitement, is the sole antithesis of love.
And before it came to earth, it lived in the form of a house that hovered among the clouds.
Music for this episode is Apathy, by Scott Helm.
Uncle Rick, by M. Shaw – who can be found online at http://mshaw.wordpress.com/.
Narrated by Ken Stoeffler, of the Flatus Show. http://theflatusshow.com/.
Geoffry’s dad tells him that his Uncle Rick will be coming for a visit tomorrow. Geoffry has never been this cold before. Earlier, his mom told him that his pre-school is closed today because it’s so cold. So he stays in the house, freezing. Every so often he asks his mom to turn up the thermostat, not knowing what this means except insofar as he’s heard her say it. She always promises to, but he has noticed no change.
His Garden, original fiction by Edward McDermott. Narrated by Ken Stoeffler, host of The Flatus Show.
I was in grade five when I first met Mr. Hamilton. That was the
year my father died and my mother had to start working again. That was
the year that Mike Todd and his friends decided to make my life
On that crisp spring day I could smell the earthworms in the
ground and see a fog of green buds surrounding the trees. I thought
I’d lost Mike by taking a different street home that afternoon. I
didn’t count on Mike’s persistence. Like dogs after a fox I could hear
them hallooing half a block behind me, so I ran.