Nick Washington
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Sugar Cane Field of Dreams
In a time long past, my family and I lived in a modestly appointed three bedroom house, one of twenty-six in a linear array of houses called the 26-Line. In another world, the 26-Line might have been called a housing development. In mine, it was no more than a relic of a bygone past yet alive, a mere segment of a larger estate that also housed a sugar factory and a rum distillery, and at its heart, a Great House, all monuments now to a time when their relationship with sugar cane was bound to a less liberating incarnation of capitalism.
By Nick Washington4 years ago in Fiction
Spirit Adrift: Part I
Night came swiftly, settling its dark roots deep into the foundation of the sky, one of the few reliable patterns that marked an otherwise temperamental winter in its infancy. The solstice was a few days behind, and tonight, Lyel found himself strewn across a pile of mauve cushions neatly arranged around the mini space heater on the private terrace of his Brooklyn apartment. His skyward eyes tracked the movement of an orderly band of clouds in their procession north, their moonlight bath casting shadows on the city below.
By Nick Washington4 years ago in Fiction
