He was a coup-plotter manqué. And as is the case with all failed coup-plotters interred in Wundari Maximum Security Prison, La République Fédérale du Côte d’or noir, his liberty was under indefinite confiscation – pending execution by firing squad. “Confucius” his fellow internees all called him. When he was brought into the prison (kicking and … Continue reading What’s In A Name?
The Our Lady of Disciples students suddenly stopped laughing in sync. A moment’s silence – pregnant with disbelief – elapsed, before murmurs began bubbling amongst their numbers. They turned to one another curiously, wondering whether they had heard Tomisin’s response correctly. In all their years together, none of Tomisin’s colleagues could ever remember him agreeing … Continue reading Propellers (Part 2 Of 2)
Like most altercations which spiral downwards into the barbaric realms of tongue tugging and throat slapping, there were several avenues of diplomacy which both ten year olds could have branched into before they found themselves bouncing energetically with fists high up in front of their faces – just like they had seen in the movies. … Continue reading Propellers (PART 1 OF 2)