May 5, 2019 | Fiction |
If, before Raghu left for the sugar-estate, Mr Biswas sneezed, Raghu remained at home, worked on his vegetable garden in the morning and spent the afternoon making walking-sticks and sabots, or carving designs on the hafts of cutlasses and the heads of walking-sticks....
Aug 11, 2018 | Fiction |
‘Papers’ – the man held out his paper-taking hand without looking up. ‘Aint the newsboy,’ Dove explained. The man glanced up, then wished he hadn’t. Before him stood something in a pitch helmet off a Walgreen counter, share-croppers’ jeans, sunglasses, a dollar watch...
