Diary with Orange Peel – 3

Diary with Orange Peel – 3

January 3 My afternoon doze is interrupted when a cartoon-character beach ball bounces off my foot. I wipe the sweat-tears from my cheeks. My middle-aged face is the consistency of a candle left out at noon: my eyes feel full of cracking glass. His chair is empty....
The Covenant – Part III

The Covenant – Part III

The day school started, sun blazed in the autumn sky. Beatrice’s morning sickness was over. She’d learned how to operate the wringer washer in the dirt-floored cellar without mangling her arms. And in the heat of summer, hanging load upon load of damp laundry hadn’t...
Diary with Orange Peel – 2

Diary with Orange Peel – 2

January 1 The next morning, we awaken late and fuzzy-headed, then repair to our bamboo chairs under the coconut palms, speech-less on the sun-baked Caribbean beach. Creatures of habits, good and bad. The azure slash of sky edges the pale rolling pith of horizon that...
The Covenant – Part II

The Covenant – Part II

He did his best. When the house was ‘finished’, it resembled a sharecropper’s cottage more than anything else. There was a well in the back and a hand pump in the kitchen. An ice box sat in the lean-to pantry. Meals were prepared on a wood-burning cast iron cook...