The Conquistador’s Woman
The city lies quiet, clenched with worry. The night is empty, still. Even the wind is reluctant to move about. In the suburbs, through the backroads past some shrubbery, a…
On The Ledge
I see his car before I see him. Only, I don’t know that it’s his. There are a lot of V8’s in this parking lot and I don’t look at…
The Gloves Are Off
My mother-in-law is not a pious woman. You are more likely to find her holding a how-to guide on pleasing your man than the Four Gospels. At this particular moment…
Duck, Duck, Go!
The door to Ben’s office is ajar when I get there. I tap lightly and walk in to find Awiti – our elderly tea lady – serving the afternoon snacks.…
Thirsty Thursday
On this February night, I find myself standing by our master bedroom window watching the quiet rustling of dried palm leaves dancing in a mild breeze. Heat hangs in the…