“The Tale of the Soucouyants” by Crystal Medina
It was almost dawn when a loud shriek of anguish and pain could be heard at the end of Guayaguayare village . . .
It was almost dawn when a loud shriek of anguish and pain could be heard at the end of Guayaguayare village . . .
The long wooden pirogue knocked lazily against the concrete pillars of the jetty . . .
We never give up being wanted . . .