Sly as a Crocodile – Part 3 It was lonely and quiet in the house without his mother, and all the people who had seemed to constantly follow her around, seeking her attention, food or clothing. Rachel had also retired back to her village, leaving the kitchen sterile and empty. As a child, Eddie had … Read more
Sly as a Crocodile – Part 2 Eddie was born six months after his father’s unfortunate death, to the sad Mrs Morgan-White who mourned her husband daily since his parting. From the house which sat on a green mound of thick African grass, and looked through the baobab leaves to the banks of the thundering … Read more
Face of Libertalia Competition What you can win: Each face of Libertalia will receive a R500 clothing voucher; R200 worth of airtime for three months (total of R600/airtime); signed copies of both books as well as the first editions of the soon to be released Libertalia Book 3; and exposure on my social media … Read more
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 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 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
