Elaine van Dyk
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Gracie
Marlene Dietrich’s voice oozed seductively from the speakers. Gracie held the soft cloth of her dressing gown around her neck and closed her eyes. She hummed the words as she swayed gently to the …
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The Sighing of Dawn
Our ears have been alert all night for sounds of a hunt, a kill, but so far nothing – just the constant loud grunting, not-quite-roaring, in the sandy, dry riverbed. We stand outside on the veranda l…
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Whisperings
This was a magical place. A place he’d cherished as a child. He’d stumbled across it, trying to hide from his drunken father. Now, many years later, he’d returned.
Lying here on his back, …
