Short story OYSTERS shortlisted for Asian Writer Short Story Competition

Thrilled to be shortlisted for the Asian Writer Short Story Award 2012. 

My story Oysters was featured in 5 Degrees anthology and read at the launch event at Bush Theatre! 

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BUY: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Five-Degrees-Asian-Writer-Anthology/dp/0956696732

Extract of the story below: 

The restaurant was a nice Italian on Poland Street. The type that got popular by word of mouth. She wore a pink dress, with thin straps and a flared skirt. He was pleased to see her face still had the same plumpness around the cheeks. The same darting eyes and ready smile.  

He could tell she was interested by the way she watched his mouth. She took his hand. Her fingers were small and cold, holding his palm out flat; tracing  the lines. She pressed and prodded, making approving noises.

“So?” He asked, gazing at the haphazard curve of her parting and a stray grey hair the straddled between the black.

She smiled and closed his hand into a fist.

“Never been married?”

He shook his head.

“Single?”

He grinned.

“And no baggage, well,” she paused. “Maybe some hand luggage.”

She laughed; soft and escalating, asking him to join in. A glass of red wine swirled in her hand. She held it out to him. He watched the liquid cling to the sides and then took a large gulp.

They talked easily. Tumbling into conversations and then stumbling out to find they’d lost their way. Turning back, to try again. Their sentences long and winding, sometimes with no real purpose, than to feel the slow burn of the other’s full attention.

He looked around. Searching. Perhaps this was a test, and Maya would pop out of somewhere and surprise him. Then berate him. Sheena’s knees touched his under the table. She ordered oysters, not bothering to ask if he wanted them or not. When they arrived; fresh and salty, he was the first to pour one into his mouth.  

Scratch reading Friday 17th May @Rich Mix

I’m excited to have a 15 min reading of an extract of When Spring Comes at the TDA Writers night on Music and Migration…

Here’s a little blurb about the piece and what inspired me…

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East Africa has always been close to my heart: Swahili imbibed Gujerati, Indian food with African ingredients, homes decorated with African masks and fabrics. As a child I quickly developed a taste for the melancholic tales of the lush landscapes and carefree childhoods.

As an adult I realized, I had inherited a feeling of loss for something I had never had. Music became a connection. Certain songs precipitate a feeling of melancholy that I know is not my own but belongs collectively to another generation. It is an anchor for belonging; whether that is London, Kampala or Mumbai. Through music, we chart journeys beyond the physical. Through it – we find ourselves connected to something beyond ourselves.

The story of When Spring Comes is an exploration of family – but also how love, loss and yearning are passed on subliminally to the next generation.