FELENE CAYETANO
At the last minute, she had gone on the annual pilgrimage with a busload of community elders to pray to the Black Christ. Maybe it was the combined scent of Bengay and Vicks VapoRub on that journey that compelled her to return with something her late grandmother would approve of.
ETHAN KNOWLES
The Museum, it became clear after some time, was more than a museum to her. It was a willing vessel— a sort of body she deployed. On the few occasions I stepped inside the Museum, it was impossible to tell where she began, and where it ended.
DIANAH SMITH
“Faith is a funny thing,” say Pastor Ulysses, straightening his purple robe and dabbing his head with a white kerchief.
NASTASSIA RAMBARRAN
The news was a luxury she resented a little bit , because she felt short changed ever since Miss Angie had told her how news in the past used to be printed on huge sheets of paper with coloured pictures and sent out to people every day
TOPHER ALLEN
The southern tip of the island curves like the hook of a walking stick. Our little district is nestled on the inside bend, not far from where the river mixes into the sea. From my backdoor, I can throw a stone and kill a fish.
ELISHA EFUA BARTELS
She was born the carnival Tuesday David Rudder win everything — February 11th 1986 — exactly thirty years after Fred himself. Rudder take home Young King, Calypso Monarch and Road March, and Ash Wednesday, Fred (and ma, of course) bring home Zoraya.
JONATHAN CHAMBERS
Lawrence looked around for the big stick he always carried into the water. His father used to tell him, “You haffi find a big stick before you get in the wata cause sometimes yu need to brap a crocodile on its head.”
