Just remembered I've also had this title on Kindle for a while now. Happy to email anyone who wants a free copy one in PDF format - if you'd care to have a look. The cover, I now realise, is awful.
Seeing the mountain and other stories…
Tag: short story
The immigrant’s love song
2014 He had long, long fingers; suited, I decided, to playing classical piano. They danced a little nervously across his forehead, playing with a long curling tendril… Bah, what was I thinking… Get a grip, Rani Silva. It’s Tuesday 10:15 a.m. and you’re in a modern history tutorial supposedly learning about how changes to migration … Continue reading The immigrant’s love song
The sun rose in the west
The sun rose in the west and coloured the hills. First they were velvet dark, not quite black, then burnt umber, flaming orange-red, limpid platinum. Light gathered. The hills became distinct, hard dry mounds that the sun reached from, taking hold of the day, making it hard and brittle too. A party of men came … Continue reading The sun rose in the west
Little Hatshepsut
Like a miracle, a light rain had drifted in from the sea. The sea was a long, long way off and Ahmes looked at it as if it was strange emissary from Hapy[1]. Rain was rare in her world. Little pock marks on the river below her. It looked pretty but she still thought the … Continue reading Little Hatshepsut
Inkstained fingers 