She picks a gob of mud and aims carefully
Splatch! It spatters down his clean (too clean she thinks) face
Then she sits back to sip her drink
But it makes her choke
Arsenic!
…she thinks in panic
And so the loquacious one is silenced
But it wasn’t fair play!!
Are her final unspoken words.
My latest fascination is for the Botswana of Mma.Precious Ramotswe. I’m talking about the main character of ‘The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency‘ and her world. There are those who write well, there are tales that make you think. Alexander McCall achieves both with his series about a proud African lady…
A park separates them. If it can be called a park, that is. A grassy patch chequered with muddy patches, that turn into puddles in the monsoon. The dogs like it anyhow. They keep him awake at night with their barking. Nobody seems to care at 2 in the a.m….
@ Nit Picker: Oops, it doesn’t? I guess the loquacious one will speak again then.
@ S: We are smart, we are evil and we know all, don’t we? 😀
Do I really read what I read (in between the lines) over here?
psst arsenic doesn’t kill instantly…