While surfing the web I came across a painting titled Island of Shells. It reminded me of Barbados, my birth island.
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While surfing the web I came across a painting titled Island of Shells. It reminded me of Barbados, my birth island.
I race towards home, holding up the watercolour I painted at school.
I’m bereft at the grief-grey stripe, the immensity of black, how much further I’d have to fall to feel an absence so deep.
A corseted Victorian woman in puffy, pink silk beamed up at a starched-collared lord astride a stallion that pulled at the hobbled stable boy gripping its reigns.
Across the room, the most gorgeous and popular boy in school — tall, blonde, athletic and artsy. A damn Norse god come to life.