Sly as a Crocodile – Part 1 On the banks of the Zambezi river, where the red earth leads to rushing water, that slithers past in winter, and roars past in summer, Edward Morgan-White lived. Edward, or rather, Eddie, as he had always been called by everyone, lived in the small hamlet of Victoria Falls … Read more
The secrets we keep – Part 4: Bianca Crystal Hammond sat across from Detective Bianca Abrahams, in the police woman’s small office, her table covered in green and beige files. Crystal’s large blue eyes were fixed on Bianca, expectant. “Thank you for coming in to see me Ms Hammond” said Bianca, “We’ve been trying to … Read more
The secrets we keep – Part 3: Crystal Detective Bianca Abrahams needed time to find out what the secrets inside the ballet pump meant. If she told Sr Renee that Ms Anna had indeed died of natural causes, the sister would have closed Ms Anna’s file and begun the process of closing the mysterious woman’s estate … Read more
The secrets we keep – Part 2: Tatianna Detective Bianca Abrahams slurped her hot brew. The three teaspoons of sugar making the black coffee sweet and syrupy. “Here’s your dead auntie’s se report” said the loud and offensive voice of Jacobs, the detective in the next office. “How long has that been on your desk?” demanded … Read more
The secrets we keep – Part 1: Ms Anna She lay on her stiff bed, perfectly still. The light blue blanket underneath her tucked tightly under the mattress. She clearly hadn’t slept in the bed at all, yet this was where they had found her, lying on top of her bed. Her grey hair had untied … Read more
Doggone Train – Part 4 June 2019 As Travis descended beneath the Muizenberg railway bridge, to make his way into the village of Muizenberg, he and Sparky passed a huddle of homeless people who made the pavement under the bridge their home. Their piles of belongings hugged the concrete wall and Travis stepped around the … Read more
Doggone Train – Part 3 May 2019 Once off the train, Travis decided to find the bathroom and see if he could somehow wash the smell of dog urine off his trouser. The now painful scratchy tag at his lower back was combined with a wet slap of cloth against his leg every time he … Read more
Doggone Train – Part 2 April 2019 As the train pulled out of Fish Hoek station, Travis stepped his legs wide to stop from falling over. The 6am train wasn’t quite yet full, but he knew it was going to get fuller as they bumped, scraped and squeaked along the line to town. He bumbled … Read more
Doggone Train – Part 1 March 2019 The pants that Travis’s mother had organised for him to wear scratched his lower back lightly with each step. It had tickled initially, making him skip, but now it felt like sandpaper, and Travis had to reach into the back of his pants with great effort to try … Read more
For the love of art – Part 4 February 2019 Over the next four weeks, Ellen would visit no. 12 once a week. Each visit would enable her the opportunity to remove one of the famous paintings. She found a bag that fitted each painting and carefully removed every single one. Except for the Pierneef. … Read more
