“Maribelle’s Petard” by Carol Mitchell

“Anna.”

Maribelle froze. Maybe she had imagined the word. Maybe it had come in on the ocean breeze that drifted through the curtains covering their open balcony doors . . .

Montague Kobbé: On Living and Writing in Anguilla

The Caribbean is, above all, a sentiment, a rhythm, a way of life. In this respect, I grew up in a place that is both essentially Caribbean and, at the same time, desperately seeking to avoid its Caribbean nature . . .