[Short Story] The Bracelet, by Ambrose Musiyiwa

We were both in the kitchen when I first saw the bracelet. Sharai had just come home from school and was having tea with sandwiches. With one hand, she was stirring some sugar into her tea, and with the other hand, she was fingering the bracelet. “What’s that?” I asked. Read more …

[Short Story] Ophelia, by Ambrose Musiyiwa

I am my Beloved’s but my Beloved is not mine. We were sitting on the edge of the road when she asked me: “What do you think of my Beloved?” I didn’t want to think of her Beloved. “Well?” she probed — big, bright, brown eyes looking up at me as if I were a … Continue reading

[Short Story] The Old Man, by Ambrose Musiyiwa

He lived two houses up the road from the house I grew up in. He had been there for as long as I could remember. I asked mother about him once and she said he had always been there. “When we moved into this house we found him there,” she had said. It seemed no-one … Continue reading