Guileless

Guileless

Lunch arrived, set down with much anticipation on the brand-new table. A large bowl of steamed rice sat at the centre of the assortment, surrounded by numerous colourful side dishes. A plate of cellophane noodles, fried with tofu and vegetables, sat beside a fragrant...
Tupua

Tupua

Some years ago, never mind how many exactly, my Grandmother and I took two planes and a boat back to Niue, the island of her birth. It was a particularly humid February that year we returned, and Avatele, the village in which she had spent a by-all-accounts blissful...
The Box in the River

The Box in the River

When I was young, my father worked as a surveyor for the local town planning committee. The Sarae river’s only bridge was a rickety, narrow development made of wood and hand-twined rope. In olden times, the bridge served well enough for a small town populated by...
Wake In Fright

Wake In Fright

He awoke to the sound of scratching. It was coming from his window, outside, the view blocked by the thick wooden blinds and the cover of night. Only a pale ray of moonlight filtering through the slats of the blinds illuminated the pitch black room. The scratching...