- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
The Caped Menace
She’s waiting on the Hill Road for the construction worker on the short-term contract, his sweet talk guile.
Her perfect English’s only got her so far. These days it’s about foraging for firewood wielding that axe, being sister-mother to that boy, when all he wants to do is drum.
Lake Malawi’s wink, a planet’s orbit away, holds a promise, salvation or grief, its shoreline infested by more men in hyena skins.
Best, dear child, to have never been so intelligent, better to have been second born.