Janet Pilkington sighed as she closed her study books in order to prepare for bed. She’d managed to luck out on her motel style room which had originally been a granny flat a distant cousin had installed for her widowed mother now deceased. It had taken some persuasion as her cousin had decided to save it for any relatives who planned a visit from time … Continue reading Janet
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 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
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
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