Maureen Rampertab

A woman was crying. IT was a dark night in a small village, deep in the countryside, bordered on one

PART 4 – THE CONCLUSION A FEELING of gloom hung over the beautiful house as he rang the doorbell. The

PART III “THERE was something unique about you I liked,” she had told him softly and those words kept replaying

HIS father’s voice seemed to be coming from afar as he introduced his young bride. “Alvin, this is my wife,

“SUCH a long time, it has been,” Alvin mused as the plane started its descent at the Cheddi Jagan Airport

LIFE is a mystery, love and adventure, and history for me, a fascination. From a young age, I developed a

MOTHER and father looked at her truly shocked and for once her father was at a loss for words. Her

SHE sat there for a long moment, her mind searching for answers, remembering vividly the cemetery, the cold feeling of

SHE walked slowly up the pathway, turning once to look at the petrified driver, before disappearing. The house was silent,

“Hush, my child, it’s time to sleep.” She seemed to hear her mother’s voice, its soft comfort filled with love

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