Machine Gun Vignettes I His agapanthus were the best in the village. His shining pride and joy. Retired 10 years his days were spent tending the garden. Precision was his game. A ruler was used at sowing. His petunias sparkled. On his berm a row of bright plastic signs prohibited any excretion of excrement or…
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Life : My Internal Rings of Berhampore
From my vantage point I can see policemen forming up into lines. They are wearing double breasted trench coats, visored helmets that give them a look not unlike Star Wars Storm Troopers and in their hands, they grasp truncheons like they are holding sub machine guns. They are set against a backdrop of old villas,…
Raise the Dawn 