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

I ONCE lived in a nice little home with a loving family, the children always cuddling and petting me. As

AMELIA stood at the port in Georgetown, looking beyond the expansive waters of the Atlantic Ocean to the far horizon.

IT was a cold, damp morning, and the threat of more rain hung darkly in the sky. Arista opened the

“I am home.” AN exhilarating feeling filled Amber’s being as she stepped out of the car and looked at the

THE sunset – a collusion of brilliant, rich colours, a backdrop to stately coconut palms and smooth-flowing black-water creek in

IN a land on the north-eastern coast of South America, once a lost world, a hidden paradise, the eyes of

AMBER stood in the drizzle by the old white picket gate and looked across the lawn at the white house

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