Stepping down from sky

The car halts. I slowly twist my face towards the driver as I sit up straight.‘This is it,’ he says.’This is what?’‘Tarrafal’‘Where?’‘Come’He beckons me towards the cliff edge. I follow, cautiously.‘Come ... come ...’I follow. Much more cautiously. Beyond the gravel, rock, and dust - all far too dry to give my shoes any purchase... Continue Reading →

Monsieur Douane

Monsieur Douane, 'I'm sorry'. <<Je m'excuse>>. I did not realise that there were customs; at Customs. I simply thought your dog was cute. So I stoked it. Was <<NE TOUCHEZ PAS LE CHIEN>> really necessary To bring to a close a moment of tendresse humain? N'est pas, c'est pas la peine. Never mind, it's not... Continue Reading →

Fragment

The aircraft lands at Algiers. Or does it? Perhaps it lands in Paris. Or Oran. I try and remember whether the plane rattles - The Air Algerie craft rattles down to earth, staff smiling, whereas Air France glides out of gritty Manchester and into stylish Paris with a haughtiness needlessly in excess of substance -... Continue Reading →

Amitié: Ben et Mamadou

Mamadou looks up from the green metal floor of the deck. ‘I was the only one there’, he says. ‘My mother went out for five minutes to buy some charcoal to cook with. She asked me to make nana breakfast. Whilst I was boiling the water, nana died. I found her, still and cold. I... Continue Reading →

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