Carriacou Leone

A West Indian short story from the podcast, Parrotbeetie.

Photo by jean wimmerlin on Unsplash

Fatou let out a long sigh of relief as her feet slipped out from her worn peeling shoes into the soft, lush grass. Her skin crawled as a harsh voice yelled her name. Fatou took a calming breath to steady her nerves. She tossed her shoes into the bush and sat in the grass, letting her toes wriggle in the blades and dirt as her eyes stared out towards the horizon. She had never…