“Bottlemouth” by Justin Haynes
Q: [tapping the photograph] Where’s the little girl? Where’s Anisa Quashie?
A: We do not know Anisa Quashie.
Tag: Douen
“Yuh Must Always Christen d Children” by Xavier Barzey
Miss Meela wailed underneath her broad-brimmed hat as the pallbearers lowered the casket, carrying her young kin.
“Douen Calling” by Brandon Mc Ivor
I gave you my own name, and we shared it for fourteen days . . .
“Night Class” by Andre Bagoo
The Mayfair was over, the lights turned off, the bran tub emptied, the decorations taken down and locked in cupboards safely. The bouncy castle stood still, awaiting the workmen who would remove it tomorrow. The gates to the schoolyard were shut, and the sentry assumed duty. No one saw the boy in black . . .
“Viv’s Revenge . . . Or How the Douen Came to Love Herself” by Debra Providence
“J’Ouvert morning is when the angels and demons dance,” PaPa had said. His words were on a loop in Viv’s head as she made her way through the crowds on Back Street in Kingstown. Daylight had caught the night, melting dark tendrils until they turned grey . . .