Cape Town, 1963 Omar clutched the rails of the SS Trekker, peered down on the bustle of people below.
We want to hide them, tuck them away with our guilty conscience. They are the cracks in our flawlessness, evidence of mistakes we made, impulses overtaking our rational minds. A reminder of a time we'd rather forget, a relationship gone sour, a stranger getting too close or health that deteriorated. It is the past reaching … Continue reading Scars Series
They rolled in traffic past an ambulance stuck on the side of the road, steam hissing from under its bonnet.