A short story by Louis Mallett He was street-child of his day, and Yehonatan’s mother had him up at first light. There would be good pickings in the streets today, the town would be thronged for the census. Yet the boy’s day had been fruitless, with the sun not far from setting.

A short story by Fr Ralph de Hahn Port Raphael, on the Cape’s West Coast, was just a small insignificant fishing village, no more than 150 inhabitants, mostly of Portuguese descent, but with a dialect of their own.  The people lived off the sea. Because of the salty ocean winds and the hot blazing sun, [...]

A short story by Malcolm Theunissen It was a hot and humid afternoon in December 1965 when a balding stranger appeared at the door of the small mission station in the then Eastern Transvaal. It was an equally hot and humid Sr Mary Margaret who answered the door.

A short story by Brian Reynolds Where I grew up it always rained on the 16th of December, which older South Africans will remember was Dingaan’s Day — to Afrikaners the Day of the Vow, or the Day of the Covenant. I remember that every year there would be a family discussion round the dinner [...]

A short story by Margaret Schewe Reuben was a fine astronomer, and as usual he was gazing up into the night skies. Keeping him company on this evening, I allowed my thoughts to drift back to our wedding day seven happy but childless years earlier.

A short story by Margaret Schewe As he was rounding the wide bend, which was at the end of the town’s main street and which seemed to him to be the end of the town as well, Raphael saw the small inn. It nestled well back off the street, hiding behind old olive trees that [...]