About 20 years ago, when I arrived in Edinburg from the south, I joined the EWC, the local writer’s club. I was warmly…
The M’s lived two houses away from us. They were one of the richest families in Port-Louis, and the poor little boy that I was, felt ever so proud to be friends with them, in the hope, perhaps that some of their wealth or glamour would rub off on me.
The elegant flower of our yard.