Maroochy

Maroochy Adams sat in the shade of towering eucalypt trees covered with hanging vines reaching toward her from tallest branches of the trees. There was a profusion of ferns and tall grasses scattered beneath the trees and to her left a slowly moving red bellied black snake headed for the lake to search for frogs hidden among reeds covering the small bay. Maroochy cared little … Continue reading Maroochy

Roopa

Ruth Shepherd looked at the baby in her arms and compared it to her own body. The baby was fair skinned like its father Brian, but it seemed quite content to be enclosed in her brown arms and attach to her greedily at feeding time. She marvelled at the miracle of birth that had produced her daughter from the union of two greatly different heritages … Continue reading Roopa

A Happy Reunion

Richard Cuthburtson put down his book and stared into the distance. The ship coming over the horizon first showing up as a dot had now morphed into a recognizable cruise ship. He’d been fascinated since arriving in this rental park with the frequency of shipping traversing the coastline. Most times they were trading vessels including container ships plying the waters from foreign ports to the … Continue reading A Happy Reunion

Stewart Grant

Gwendoline Coventry had been stewing over the report from her son David all night and hadn’t had much sleep. She’d snapped at the maid and shouted at the gardener this morning and they were tiptoeing around her cautiously as they did their work trying to stay out of her way. This was the day the women in this street customarily enjoyed a card afternoon at … Continue reading Stewart Grant

ABAEZE

Abaeze whispered to his friend Benjamin in the most spoken Nigerian Yoruba language apart from the national official spoken language English as the truck sped through the Chunnel on its way through to their destination in the UK. They had relatives there who’d assist them to melt into the underworld of illegal immigrants and find them work that would care for their survival needs bypassing … Continue reading ABAEZE

Sri Shaktiwalaji

Shaktiwala sat crossed legged on the wooden platform above the bags of grain on prominent display in his shop. He surveyed the village and constant movement of people of different classes in the caste system as they made their way around the village carefully avoiding contact with each other and keeping within permitted limits. He was lost in thought as he contemplated his situation. Everyone … Continue reading Sri Shaktiwalaji