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Poem to Postmodernism

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You see the riders of the fox hunt cresting the hedges and the drystone walls, bob bob bob they gallop, horrah horrah horrah they … [Read more...] about Poem to Postmodernism

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The Palestinian flag is fluttering outside my window

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The Palestinian flag is fluttering outside my window. It is not my flag. I do not have a flag. I mean, personally, I do not own … [Read more...] about The Palestinian flag is fluttering outside my window

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The Story of Matthew

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Matthew had been playing in the swimming pool with Matthew. His white skin was burnt red. Matthew had forgotten to put sun cream … [Read more...] about The Story of Matthew

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The Smell of Beef-Goulash

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I have not washed for 26 hours. I just catch it every now and then as I sit, shirt off underwear on, and my immediate thought is: … [Read more...] about The Smell of Beef-Goulash

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Flash Fiction – Finally, the Circus Left

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First, it was the lion and the ringmaster. Then the bear, having no further duties, nor a reason to keep it there. Then a seal, … [Read more...] about Flash Fiction – Finally, the Circus Left

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The White Liar

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If what she said is true; then I am a liar.  And I don’t like to think of myself as one. I said it quite unthinkingly.  It was … [Read more...] about The White Liar

Filed Under: short stories Tagged With: Apartheid, Racism, South Africa

Law and the Hawker

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Three dice, two coins of the lowest denomination, a half-eaten roll of wine gums and a Samsung Galaxy with the netted lines of a … [Read more...] about Law and the Hawker

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The Adulterer

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What made my friendship with Jon easier was that he had moved to Cape Town and I had never left Maritzburg.  Our politics had … [Read more...] about The Adulterer

Filed Under: short stories Tagged With: 1981, Apartheid, Hilton, Mad Mike Hoare, Natal, National Party, PFP, South Africa

The Wave

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The wooden floors in my room were wet the next morning.  I suppose I couldn’t complain.  I sat on the bed smoking a cigarette and … [Read more...] about The Wave

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The Radiator

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When I got back to the room she was whimpering at me to untie her.  It was sometime after four in the afternoon.  The room was … [Read more...] about The Radiator

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