Off The Compass




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Human Sacrifice

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Human Sacrifice
Note: The characters in this story bear no intentional resemblance to any person living or dead.

Bang, bang, bang. Yukiko's mother was hitting the wall with her walking stick. 'Yukiko! Come here,' she shouted from her bedroom. 'Where's my breakfast? I want my breakfast. You lazy girl!'
'Mother, I am coming now,' Yukiko replied from the kitchen of the small wooden house where they lived. Yukiko looked at the clock. The time was 6:01 a.m..
'You're late. You are such a useless girl.' Mrs. Nakamuta. 'I want my breakfast at six o'clock.'
Yukiko took no notice of her mother's cruel words. She understood why her mother was so sad and so angry. Yukiko's father left home after she was born, and Yukiko blamed herself for him leaving. Her mother blamed her too. In fact she told her every day.
Yukiko put the breakfast tray next to her mother's bed and said, 'Please enjoy your food, mother. I bought some new miso yesterday.'
'Enjoy your food? Ha! A pig couldn't enjoy this. Sometimes I think you want to kill me with your cooking.'
Mrs. Nakamuta ate all the food in silence, then said, 'I'm finished. Take it away and bring me the newspaper, then get out.' Yukiko took the tray and dishes back into the kitchen.

Later, when Mrs. Nakamuta was taking her morning nap, Yukiko went to her room and quietly slid open the closet door. Then she took a chair and put it next to the closet. Standing on the chair, she could reach the top shelf. Behind some towels was a small painted metal box about twenty-five centimetres long and 15 centimetres wide. Yukiko carefully took the box from the shelf and put it on her desk. The box had a picture of the Eiffel Tower painted on it, and the word "Paris" in big blue letters. It was an old box, but a valuable one for Yukiko, because this small box contained all her dreams. The next hour was a wonderful one for her, looking through the box's contents. There were clippings from travel  magazines and newpapers that she had collected over many years, and the passport that she had got secretly just a few months before. And there was money too. Money she had saved bit by bit since she quit college to look after her mother when she was much younger.

Bang, bang, bang. Mrs. Nakamuta was awake again. 'Bring me some hot coffee,' she shouted from the sofa where she always sat and watched daytime television.
'Yes, mother. I'll be as quick as I can.'
Yukiko closed the box and put it back in its safe place on the high shelf. She then went to the kitchen to make her mother some coffee. As she prepared it, she thought about her dreams, and how one day, she hoped they would come true. While she was putting the mug onto the tray, she looked out of the window and saw that it had started to snow. Summer seemed such a long time ago. But maybe soon, this long winter would end. Sometimes, her entire life seemed like one long winter, but perhaps spring was coming for Yukiko.
'Hurry up! I'm cold and thirsty.' her mother shouted.
'Yes, mother. I am coming.' Yukiko put the tray on the table in front of the sofa.
'What's this?' her mother asked.
'It's your coffee, mother.'
'I said I wanted tea. You are such a stupid girl. You never listen to me.'
'I'm sorry mother. It's my mistake. I'll make you some tea.'

Yukiko was standing in a long line of people. In one hand was her passport and flight ticket. In front of her was a large pink suitcase with four wheels and a handle. As she got closer to the check-in counter, Yukiko kept checking her things: passport, flight ticket, money, credit card, hotel reservations. Everything was there, she hadn't forgotten anything. Finally, it was her turn to check in. 'Good morning,' said the pretty woman in wearing an Air France uniform, 'Can I have your passport and ticket, please.'
Yukiko handed the woman her things. The woman checked her computer, then said something quietly into her radio. Suddenly, three police officers rushed over to the check-in counter. The other passengers watched as Yukiko was taken away by the police. She said nothing, but thought about the snow that was still falling silently outside.

Copyright: Sean Anderson Feb 12th 2010. All rights reserved.

Adjectives
lazy: Does not like to do any work or physical activity.
useless: Not useful in any way.
cruel: Something that is cruel, hurts another person for no reason.
valuable: Here meaning 'important'.
wonderful: Making you feel very happy.
awake: Not sleeping.
entire: Used to show you mean 100% of something.
stupid: not intelligent. Showing no good sense or judgment.

Adverbs
secretly: In a way that stops other people from knowing what you are doing.
silently: With no sound.

Verbs
shout: To say something in a very loud voice.
take no notice: To ignore someone, or pay no attention to someone or something.
blame sb. To say that someone is responsible for doing something bad.
slide: (slide/slid/slid) To move over a surface while continuing to touch it.
contain: To have something inside, or have something as a part.
quit: To stop doing something
prepare: To make something ready to be used.
seem: To appear to be true.
be sb.'s turn: If it is someone's turn, it it their time to do something. Especially when a group of people are waiting to do an activity.
rush over: To move quickly to another place.
be taken away: To be removed, and taken to another place.

Nouns
a tray: A flat piece of wood, plastic or metal, used for carrying things.
silence: No sound.
a nap: A short sleep. Usually during the daytime.
contents: The things that are stored inside another thing such as a box or envelope.
a clipping: Here meaning some text that has been cut out using scissors.
a check-in counter: The counter at an airport where you show your ticket and passport, give your luggage, and get your seat number..

Expressions
bang: A loud noise.
in fact: used to say what the truth is in a situation.
bit by bit: = gradually.

Japanese words
miso: A thick paste used in cooking. usually made from soybeans.


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