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Stories by Ditta Sylvester

Published:Saturday | May 14, 2016 | 11:03 PMDitta Sylvester

It was near midday when Dr Hamilton left the maternity ward. Outside, the sun was hot and the AC unit laboured tiredly.Vicky's room was cool and clinical with a light scent of talcum powder. Ron, slim built like his mother, but with his father's...

Published:Sunday | May 1, 2016 | 12:00 AMDitta Sylvester

"The smell of that place was worse than a morgue."Margaret stood stiff, motionless, her face a portrait of pain. The glare in her eyes had become a hollow, blind stare as she peered into her own soul.Kathy watched, perplexed. Her mother looked dazed...

Published:Sunday | April 24, 2016 | 12:00 AMDitta Sylvester

Katherine wanted to go. Needed to go and badly. She squeezed her legs together and the car leaped forward. Geez!Finally, home. There it was, the red brick house at the end of the drive. She slammed the brakes on and the car screeched to a halt....

Published:Sunday | April 19, 2015 | 12:00 AMDitta Sylvester

"Help mi, Freddy, help mi!" It was the same high, screechy little voice. Doreen was back, playing him again like a fiddle she had finely tuned.The big, heavy-set man walked with his head held low, his dirty boots dragging across the asphalt surface...

Published:Sunday | December 14, 2014 | 12:00 AMDitta Sylvester

Like most of the residents of Hillock, Donald Morrison loved pig meat.

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