SHE stood on the wharf, a cold night in June, looking out at the dark river, sounds of the crashing

THE moon shone brightly in the sky, its soft glow exuding a touch of charm that was calming to the

SOMETIMES you wish for something, but you never truly believe it will come true. I grew up in a sugar

THE little girl ran around the garden, playing whilst her mother and brothers cleaned the weeds from the plant beds

NIGHT, its veil of darkness, descended silently, and from the deep shadows, as though wooed by night, came forth all

IT was early in the morning, dew still wet on the grass, a cool wind blowing in from the farmlands.

IN a vacant field not far from her home, where wildflowers bloomed, a young woman knelt down, her head bent,

THE drive from the airport, miles upon miles into the countryside past lush green landscapes, expansive rice fields and coconut,

WHEN there was innocence, happy times, and the embrace of her family, a poor country girl would walk to school

ALANA sat at the window of the children’s ward in the hospital and inhaled deeply the fresh morning air, humming