Sublime

Even her bare limbs were so free from suntan that one’s gaze, stroking her white shins and forearms, could follow upon them the regular slants of fine dark hairs, the silks of her girlhood.

efficient glamour—a

Easily, he slept; and as he slept, the woman in the photograph took her arm from the pastor’s waist, and crossed the parched lawn towards the camera. Her black skirts, thickly beaded at the hem, obscured the view of Bethesda; then her fine and muddied boots came over the frame, and were first set squarely on the table, then one by one on the floor:

Sarita Pillay…

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She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

he told her, about the after-work drinks he didn’t go to, the meet-ups he couldn’t make, the rush to get home every evening so that he could be ordered in an unfriendly tone to listen to rice. He did not like this Melissa with the hard mouth and loveless eyes. He wanted the other Melissa, that old, original Melissa, with the soft and skyward face,