Monday, June 3, 2013
The Snake Catcher's Son
Short Story (Mobius The Journal of Social Change)
"Suddenly I felt hollow. I didn’t feel relieved as the men arrived. She stood up, looked down at me, her plait falling across her chest. Her face looked shadowy in the twilight, and on the riverbank the last glimmer of sun glowed golden on the pointed tips of wild banana flowers."