Three Pieces of
by Samuel R.
One Hand Clapping
The Zen master
assembled the three students. One of the
Masters fingers was thick with charcoal. He
touched each on the forehead with a fingertip.
Each was asked if he had a black mark on his
forehead. After studying the other two students,
each replied yes. None of them, in fact, did. All
three of them, upon their cheeks, felt the sting
of one hand clapping.
The Compassion of the
Marquis de Sade
came over the Marquis. The poor beautiful
creature, he thought, it is wrong to imprison her
so. I have one little task for you my
pretty, and then I shall set you free. A
naked girl was bound face down upon the bed. He
placed the jar upon her buttocks. When the wasp
had stung her a few times, he removed the jar,
allowing the insect to fly out of the open window.
The girls horrible screaming would be
intolerable were she not gagged.
De Sade stood
triumphant in the sunlight, resplendent in his
satin breeches, lambskin boots, silken white
shirt with ruffles, and hairpiece powdered to
perfection. His clear blue intelligent eyes
denoted a libertine and friend of the revolution.
Fear (And a Slap)
discussing fear. Charlotte had brought it up. Doc
told her that fear is conquered by exposure.
Take you for example, he said, and
Charlottes face became less serene. I
remember a time when you were afraid to take a
bath with me, he continued. Now her face
took on a grave seriousness, Doc had her rapt
attention. Why weve bathed together
so many times now that
smack resounded as Charlotte slapped
Doc. He bowed solemnly, I apologize my dear,
I forget myself at times.
The Peyote Kid almost smiled.
worry Doc, she said, not so ruffled anymore,
I wont let you forget yourself for