D. C. Jacobs
Bio
I read a great deal, and I find extraordinary comfort in beautifully written works. Books are indeed a gift - unique and reflexive, continually giving to and back from our kind.
Stories (4/0)
Ella
Our cat, Ella is a rescue. We spotted her one afternoon gamboling away in her inimitable self-assured way inside the confines of a pet store’s cage. Oblivious to the hustle and bustle around her, Ella, who at this stage of her young life was all ears and protuberant anus — not a slick and dangerous huntress as she has become — was giving all vigor and needle-like claws to a little red ball at the bottom of her cage. She chucked it up in the air, next swiped it towards the bar, her pair of neon yellow eyes now surveying the prey. Suddenly with a bum wiggle she pounced! And with the ball tightly in her grasp, let out the sweetest, tiniest little pant. We took her home the same day to meet our kindly but very nervous rescue dog, named Hiruko.
By D. C. Jacobs2 years ago in Petlife
Cold Carrot Soup
I remember the bright Sunday mornings when we’d rush to get ready for the journey to Annie and Poppas’: packing our car with a few odds ends and grabbing a bunch of fresh flowers or a cheesecake we had made the night before, then traveling on the road up to Ballito past the lush sugar cane growing on the gentle roll of the land, and seeing it waving us on our way as the wind blew over their tall slender shoots.
By D. C. Jacobs3 years ago in Families
Sibilla
Summer In a modestly sized but no less verdant garden courtyard there stood the most obstinate tree James Midsummer had ever had the misfortune to care for. He stood beside it now, roughing the bark with his old calloused hands, then sighing and looking up into the canopy where bits of sky blue were scattered like confetti amongst the many shades of green.
By D. C. Jacobs3 years ago in Fiction
The Program
A group of people stood clustered around a beat-up television, their eyes fixed on the screen like pious communicants awaiting some awful revelation. Their breathing, careful and subdued. Suddenly, a cheer roared through the group. A banner ran across the screen:
By D. C. Jacobs3 years ago in Fiction
