Jumbie Pond
Conrad came tearing into his mother’s kitchen like hell hounds were chasing him. Took up refuge behind Maude. Which wasn’t…
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Conrad came tearing into his mother’s kitchen like hell hounds were chasing him. Took up refuge behind Maude. Which wasn’t…
She sits at the back of the class, flanked by empty desks. What would it be like to have a…
We all love to drink chai, but not the same kind and not the same amount. For instance, Auntie can’t…
This work of fiction includes graphic depictions of sexual violence that some readers may find distressing. When the mothers…
The mountains frowned down, blue as her mood, as Mrs Hamilton and her husband drove through the gates of the…
Matiu put his foot down. ‘What about the people?’ pleaded Kana. She was talking about their people, playing on her…
By the time I see the lights of the guard post, it feels like night is already coming. The last…
They say a butterfly flapping its wings can cause hurricanes on the other side of the world. The butterfly effect.…
Yuki’s tired fingers threaded the needle with the precision of a surgeon and the reverence of a priest. This request…
‘This one’s going to be tricky’, Madame Fu says to him, referring to the girl in a coat that’s too…
Translated from French to English by Edwige Renée Dro
When Emma looks down over the city, she can see the flashing red lights of fire engines moving through the…
Mum made us wash our feet in pee. She called us from our room — just the siblings. We descended,…
Finally, the pain in my back eased. I dropped my pack, sank to the ground and leaned against a tree.…
Two people dominated our lives, and I hadn’t met either of them: my father, who deserted my mother barely a…