Fiction Writing
I was never a strong swimmer, unlike him, and he was stronger. That's why drowning him never appealed. Plus, I'd get my hair wet and my make-up would run. But he did love the water, always at the pool, showing off his toned body and admiring the girls. So it seems only right that I … Continue reading INTERVENTION
Ma roots is in Barbados, so ma Mama tells me all d'time. 'Yo was born there, Ah was born there, yo grandaddy was born there. Dat's where yo is from.' Funny ting is, Ah feel no connection to dat far off place at all. We left there when Ah wasn't even one year old, part … Continue reading ROOTS
They set off at first light. No sign of the enemy. Peters took the front of the stretcher, Henderson the rear. Felix lay unconscious, each step across the uneven, barren landscape making his head roll from side to side. Henderson reckoned it was a hundred miles back to the demilitarised zone - at their laboured … Continue reading TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED
I can only see one colour. Of all the colours I would have chosen to see the world in, this wouldn't be it. It's not red: filled with passion, love, lust or danger. It's not yellow: warm, welcoming, bursting with life. It's not blue: cool, calm, serene. No, it's grey. Dull, drab, neutral, washed-out grey. … Continue reading COLOURBLIND
The ruined building had only one window left intact. On it was a star. 'Your star.' 'What do you mean, Father?' 'The star of David. It belonged to a religion, long ago.' 'A religion?' 'Like a belief, a faith. People gathered to worship their God.' 'People believed Gods were real?' 'Before science had given us … Continue reading AFTER THE FALL
