VOYEUR
PAULA DAVID
A woman grooms her lover tenderly. She examines her lover’s face, scratching at scars and stroking wrinkles while her lover’s head rests snugly on her lap. They are an unlikely pair.
Category: Fiction 6
Saffy’s Song
SHARMA TAYLOR
I don’t tell CC mi going be a singjay, like Koffee. CC love to play ‘90s dancehall at home, she sey dem time music was “nice”. So, in between her gospel music, CC playing General Degree, Spragga Benz, Tiger, Terror Fabulous, Ghost, Baby Cham, Shabba Ranks, Sanchez and Pinchers.
Riddim of My Life
LAFLEUR COCKBURN
“Dancehall is ah building, yuh see me? De riddims ah de main frame, and de artists ah de fixtures, yuh see me? De producers come like architects, and den de selectah ah de salesman, yuh see me?”
SHEDDING
RICHARD GEORGES
A girl no more than twelve clattered up the four planked stairs that brought patrons from the beach to the level of the bar floor. Sweat darkened her yellow vest and beaded her forehead trickling down her temples. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and wiped it her blue jean shorts. She paused, her hand still pressed against the front of her pants.
Hummingbird Dub
“Listen, Mr. Wolf, or Mr. Grey, or whatever your mother named you. Thank you to tell me date of the wedding and write down the address of the house where you going put my daughter and your unborn wolves so I can pack her trousseau and meet you and her down there.”
