According to Dad, a few teenage hoods approached him respectfully in a case of mistaken identity.
This was not without precedent. A Tatar knife salesman said he could swear Dad was the spitting image of a chieftain. He gave away a knife to him as a gift. The blade of the knife had an upside down crescent moon with two stars on either side embellished into one side of the blade in a yellow metal. The handle was decorated with a nice mosaic inlay. It was a fairly long, and scary looking blade with a slight curve upward at the tip, kind of like a miniature talwar. It seemed to be made for effortlessly jabbing people between the ribs. It lived for a long time in our household across two continents, and was used for such peaceful tasks as cutting birthday cakes and bread.
About the lamp…
It was a wall lamp with a heavy, natural stone back plate. I think it was made of malachite. One night it decided to detach itself from the wall above the bed and fell right on Mom, nicking her eyebrow and barely missing her eye. Since then, the lamp reappeared on the wall in the living room, far away from any human targets.
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