Forbidden Fruit

It was Tuesday – therapy day. Elle paused her 4×4 BMW at the end of the driveway and checked the rear view mirror to make sure the electric gates were closing behind her. While she waited for them to shut she studied her reflection in the visor, she lifted her supersized sunnies and briefly pouted…

Of Johannesburg Dogs and Cupcakes

Beauty Sikelela opened her eyes at 5:58am. Twenty seven and a half years of having to wake at the same time every morning (except for Thursdays which was her day off) had taught her body to wake up before the alarm went off – probably better so with her angina problems. The bed complained as…

Undercover

The girl with a bandana obscuring half of her face steps back to admire her work. Then abruptly she turns as she hears running footsteps approach the mouldering arches of her hidden world. The spray can she drops into a canvas bag clunks softly. The cloying sharpness of spray paint collides with the sourness of…