‘The Little Apsara’

She is a perfect form, a little figure, poised in concentration. Her back is arched slightly, her chin raised, her eyes twinkle. Her hands are tiny and her palms are bent back. She raises her right leg and balances. Then she starts to sing. I have seen many startling thing…

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The Baby

It was about 7.30 pm when we found the baby. She’d been hidden in a recess by the side of the road, wrapped in a krama, and left with a bottle of milk by her side. Jamie had rushed into the bar, maybe an hour earlier, asked to use the…

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Tony’s Story

Editors note. This story is entirely true and the events described took place five years ago. Some names have been changed to respect the confidentiality of the individuals concerned. Tony was a tall, angry British guy, tentatively holding Irish citizenship via his Dublin born parents. Nevertheless, he reeked of London…

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