By Miss Kay CLAM. From his bent position it was hard to make out his face. He seemed unfazed by the happenings around him. The town centre was abuzz. Honking cars, traffic slowly building. The park close by engulfed in activity. It was Saturday and the town’s people descended upon the park to flex their … Continue reading Clam
Ripples
By Miss Kay Master of arts. His art. Holding no brush, painting the most beautiful pictures. Sights, scents and sounds come alive with his words. Pictures in the books we read are motion pictures. Each weaved together. Turned pages, turned a story. Mr Adera. His sleeves always turned up. When he laughed, his belly danced … Continue reading Ripples
Academy of the Heart And Mind 