An autobiographical story about stiletto shoes, some chickens, a hole and an illiterate storytelling grandfather's dreams for his granddaughter.


Published in Tincture 17 (2017) and edited by the very dedicated and thoughtful Daniel Young.


In his broken-down gumboots and with his pants rolled up to his knees, my grandfather, Dedo Trajan, is sitting in the chicken coop again.

      With my two eyes, I can see him from the kitchen window. With my two hands I’m twirling my two silky ponytails while, behind me, my mum is chopping the celery for the celery soup. She’s making it from the Margaret Fulton cook...

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