It Used to Be a Boyd
Most people only get married once or twice. Eight times if they’re decadent. But I get married once a week. Every Wednesday, in fact. When hump day rolls around, I change out of my trousers and put on a dress – white, of course – made of the heaviest satin. The dress clasps around my neck, squeezes my waist, and falls like a curtain to the floor.
Frog Song
It shocks them to discover the sun is not a thing of beauty. The mother and the boy venture outside and though it is morning, the heat thrashes their skin. Hats are pitiful protection - little wonder the locals don’t wear them.
Birthday Bones
It was the day before castration day and the island was teeming. People were loading cages into trucks to take to the local school. Dogs paced the streets as though anxious about what tomorrow would bring.
Ange was paying her yearly visit to the island butcher: a man rumoured to have a hoard of illegitimate children on the mainland.