Kwapo can’t remember the words to the song, but it doesn’t matter. These days the show is strictly burlesque . . .
Tag: short story
She should have known something was wrong when the beach resembled a desert . . .
Just as Steadroy finish mek up he bed under de Big Head, smadee call he name . . .
Brother Tomás watched the red tail hawk slowly circle overhead. . .
Adela sits at her desk in the Kingston parliament building, which looks like a Moorish palace. . .
I held a glass of champagne in my hand and stood alone under the dark night sky. . .
The cool water of the lake bit into her as she reached for the canoe, hands slipping against the polished surface, tired legs kicking slowly at the darkness . . .
It used to be so. Playing dead to catch Corbeau alive. Every day started with the Our Father.
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