We’re on holiday in Spain.  Elizabeth’s business partner Damien owns a holiday villa on a golf course here.  It’s set up as a holiday...

“Singlas, I want Singlas.” He squirmed in his seat on the back of the shopping trolley, reaching out for the single bananas.  He knew he...

In the immortal words of the Iranian midwife who delivered my sister, who was also our landlady, ‘the baby is yelloooow’. In other words,...

In the town where I was born lived a lady with grey hair. And she lived a life of ease in a little blue canoe. The sound of many voices...

Running along the jungle path I was wet, tired, sore, thirsty. My feet and head were pounding. The vines lashed my face, tear-stained and...