“Red Tide” in One Story

Because of our mothers, Nick is forced to play with me. The moms met on the Kenilworth tennis courts at the beginning of summer. It’s too hot for Cape Town and my mother takes the heat personally, sulking in a pool chair on the beige lawn, staring at the brown hole where the pool will go, but not this summer, next summer, so my father says.

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“Idi Amin Will Get You” in The Mississippi Review

Cam is saving up. One more week’s pocket money and she will have her Sea Monkeys. She wants these creatures more than anything, more than a broken arm or a limp.

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“Stalk Me Gently” in Tin House

When this is all over I think even you would concede that it took some extra courage for me to come out here and spend the morning under this bush watching you and preparing what I am preparing to do, with a weapon no less. After all, we Manstream men have never been courageous when it’s called for.

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“Home Helper” in Dinaane: Stories by South African Women

Mike Pringle walks with his hands on his hips, watching as men push wheelbarrows around the side of the house. “Over here, boys,” he says, pointing to the back of the garden, where other men push machines and smear cement. He is building a tennis court.

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“On Safari” in Open City

Claire had leapt at the chance of going on safari with her mother, principally because for four days, nothing much would be expected of her.

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“In The Succulent Garden” in New Contrast

Beware Bloody Burgoyne!

This is scratched onto a toilet stall at Livingstone Girls Junior School in Cape Town, but Viv Le Roux and her best friend, Sarah Friedman, are unlucky. They have been placed in Mrs. Rosemary Burgoyne’s Standard Two class and there is nothing they can do.

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“Now We Are Twenty-Six” in New Contrast

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