They had been married on a wet Sunday afternoon. It had rained all through the morning and a brief respite had allowed them entry into the modest chapel on Pretoria Street. They had narrowly missed being soaked to the skin by the deluge that broke free of the heavens the minute they stepped through the […]
Could it be over even before it had really begun?
My mum knew how to make me feel better. She had this thing she would make me when I was sick and had no appetite, or was sad, or disappointed, or when I didn’t get my way. She would slather butter on Marie biscuits until she’d create a stack and then submerge them in hot, […]
A week ago we had some unusual weather for Joburg. It rained and the temperatures dropped drastically. The national news had an insert that showed how the homeless were coping with the weather. A young man, he looked no more than sixteen, was one of the featured street children. His wet blanket trailed behind him […]
Self-esteem is such a fragile thing. I had very little as a young girl. I’m not sure if you ever get over your childhood insecurities, I think you merely find ways to hide it well. Perhaps the focus changes a little –instead of us worrying about how others see us, maybe we start searching for […]
They commanded, then teased, then cajoled and commanded again.
I don’t know if I heard her correctly. But I did hear a deep primal growl emerge from the bowels of a dark and frightening place. It was all me. It brought with it a wild strength that I did not know I possessed.
So, I’ve decided to start posting my short stories. The first, Lucky, is set in a suburb in Durban South Africa, where I grew up. It is, however, a work of fiction.