| |
On March 5th The Good Little Ceylonese Girl was shortlisted for this year’s Gratiaen Prize
|
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
Back home I had just got my shoes off when the phone rang |
How pleasant it is to close your eyes and lie back in a warm current of water |
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
It lay dead on a bed of marble surrounded by crushed ice under a spotlight |
Wearing ropes of fat juicy pearls around their neck and calling each other names like Constance or Verity or Faith |
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
It wasn't going to be easy creating Living Art from this little lot |
He looked like an angel in a quattrocento picture about to float up to heaven in a dusty whirlwind of gold |
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
"He's all yours," she said, "come and get him." |
It was a case of infidelity waiting to happen |
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
"I have come here to die," I said |
|
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
 |
And we had both |
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
 |
The Moon Princess sat, like a cat in a birdcage |
|
| |
|
|
|
| |
 |
Unfortunately, it was sadly below par for Haramanis |
|
