Hold fast

This is the first chapter of a novel entitled Hold Fast, which I was working on sporadically between 2007 and 2011

Beneath the grey and pale blue sky the air hangs with that heavy scent of sea salt upon mud, its odour rising whenever the cold January wind blows hard upon the flats and back towards the shore. Gone are the huge flocks of waders that had landed to feast upon thousands of creatures left behind by the tide three hours ago; they lifted altogether as a mass of black and white across the horizon, swirling away just as the waters did. All that remain are the grey plovers whistling to one another, ‘Tee-oo-ee, tee-oo-ee.’ Continue reading Hold fast

Miss Wheatcroft

Miss Wheatcroft, she’s a funny one. She’s a white Muslim like the artist formerly known as Cat Stephens except she’s a woman. When I say funny, I don’t mean she’s a comedian. One of my best friends is a white Muslim, I don’t have nothing against it and I don’t mean nothing bad. My friend, she’s a Salafee which means you have to wear short trousers if you’re a man, which she don’t because she aint a man, and you have to wiggle your finger at the end of the prayer, which my friend Aminah also does coz she’s Maliki and they do that too.

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