Well, when I got back it was late and your father was sitting alone in the living room by the fire looking very calm and clean, and quite pleased with himself too, and the first thing I noticed was that he had taken off his waders and replaced them with desert boots. There was something rather annoy…
Look at Me, I’m Beautiful!
‘When I came back from Gwen's I had expected to find him in the throes of his midlife koisis—you know—trimming an anal fin in the bath, or nursing a slime coat at the very least.’
Recommended Reads | Back to School
‘These students only learn about Mauritius through our country’s literature; they are taught little to no Mauritian history.’
Ariel Saramandi visits a lycée in Mauritius.
‘The next editor of the university newspaper was chosen each year by a panel.’
A short story by Frances Leviston, set in the cut-throat world of student journalism.
‘Many of the town’s elders are residential school survivors.’
Nadim Roberts investigates the legacy of residential school in Tuktoyaktuk, Canada.
‘I thought she was the prettiest girl in our school. No one else seemed to think so.’
A short story about a high school friendship, by Che Yeun.
‘After my first day of clown school I tried to drop out.’
Nuar Alsadir goes to clown school at Yale.