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Karoo Dust

KAROO DUST By Janice Gardiner-Atkinson He is angry. He is frightened. He is hurting. He is trying to get drunk but he just can’t manage it. He has finished all the...

In the East

IN THE EAST  By Mike Job In the East, the sun rose – rather more noisily than I thought necessary. Given the condition I was in, it could, with decency,...

Father's Hands

FATHER'S HANDS I’d only been to the rail station once before. For a start, it was a long way from the house and then, we had nobody who ever came...

Sersant Smit

SCREAMING SERSANT SMIT By Les Hellmann Sergeant Smit was an instructor at No.1 Parachute Battalion at Tempe in Bloemfontein back in the winter of 1966 when I was doing my 9...

Why, oh why ... ?

WHY, OH WHY ... ? By Ray Hattingh   If only, if only, if only - these words echoed ruefully in my brain as I watched the 747 disappear into...

You

YOU By Ray Hattingh    You intrigue me. You have an air of mystery about you. An indefinable something. A mysterious allure.   You conjure up all sorts of fantasies...