Brago comes to life
‘And there under the window was the little kind of man. The naked, sweaty Baccoo.’
‘When aunty see the name of the sender, she tell me, throw it away. I open it yes. And inside was rum bottle make from thick brown glass.’
Fantasy
BRAGO and the BACCOO
Greetings from the compulsive writer, writing for writings sake. I always hope to be recognised and appreciated, but even without recognition, I write still. And when I write, I always have in mind a Faberge Egg, intricately patterned, exquisitely designed but crafted in the colours of the Caribbean. As a result, I edit, rewrite, edit […]Read Post ›