THE young man stood at the head of a quiet village street with a bouquet of fresh flowers in his
‘188 years it has been since the last ship sailed from the docks of Calcutta, India. A people from the
THE little girl sat on the garden swing, her head bent, her hair falling loosely over her face. She waited
NIKHIL took her to her grandmother’s house in Alness on the Corentyne, opened the white picket gate for her, and
SHE stood at the car park, huddled under her umbrella from the steady, heavy drizzle, hoping for a car to
Riccardo stared at the sketch pad in front of him, his mind blank, seeming lost in a desert place. He
THAT blow of betrayal had hit Vickash so hard that it had shattered his mind for a few frightening moments.
HE sat at the back of the bus, huddled against the window, wearing a dark, long-sleeved, hooded jersey, the hood
“THERE was something unique about you I liked,” she had told him softly, and those words kept replaying in his
