“It does not become a gentleman of your lineage,” said the headmaster, Mr Swann. The man shrivelled his lips about after completing the sentence. He was not only disgusted but deeply disappointed. Alexander sat holding a kerchief to his cheek. He did not care much for what the moustached man said. He inspected his ripped …
Mazrik awoke to the rooster sounding the dawn. He stretched and rolled out of bed. The room contained everything he needed: a bed, a chair, a desk, a wash trough and a wardrobe. Things could have been a lot different. The last seven years had been an interesting time. He put on his work shirt …
A low, deep mumble and an aroma of coffee and tea filled the air. Ladies with fans and men with big problems gathered here. The Hooked Anchor Coffee House was on the corner of First Street and Peasant’s Way. It faced the road with the Market Square bustling behind it. “It is terrible times indeed,” …