PART II Chapter 18 The Drum Decides The sun, not yet harsh, dapples the dust ahead. Chickens perform bewildered little dances around our feet as we move through the market’s fraying patchwork of tarps. Karim cradles a paper twist of dried mango and grins. “Do you think the grandmother’s cloth is actually for luck, or…
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The COMC Files – Alkebulan
PART II Chapter 17 Ticking Time I wake to the dim room, to the bright startled green of Karim’s eyes inches from mine. “Ah, you’re back! Did you find her?” “Yes. She’s alive — by Ladoga. And Karim…” I search his eyes. “Asdar said there isn’t much time.” For a moment neither of us moves,…
The COMC Files – Alkebulan
PART II Chapter 16 Don’t Let Go Mrs. H’s voice crackles through, worry unmistakable beneath the composure. “Elena! Finally. We haven’t had a single word since San — you’re driving the London office mad. Is it a connection issue, or are you simply intent on giving us all ulcers?” “Sorry, Mrs. H. A little of…
The COMC File – Alkebulan
PART II Chapter 15 Listening at the Crossroads The plan — as I’d promised myself back in Conakry — was to hike the hills above the village. “What was I thinking,” I mutter, looking up at those long inclines, my belly full and heavy with new life. Instead I wander through dusty lanes and flowering…
The COMC Files – Alkebulan
PART II Chapter 14 Madam Raby’s Pizza Hotel Tata in Labé is a cosy inn settled in a green, flower-filled enclave. We’re greeted by Madame Raby herself, the gardens quiet, fragrant steam from the kitchen carrying a blend of Guinean stews and, improbably, some of the best pizza I’ll find west of Naples. Our bungalow…
The Holographer’s Atlas
Three new portraits go live this weekend, one each morning at 11am. The Holographer’s Atlas is part of The Memory Cartographer — a series written in the author’s own voice, not Elena’s. No fiction here. Only memory. Real people, real places, real prices paid. Each piece is named after the person it maps. Friday —…
The COMC Files – Alkebulan
PART II Chapter13 Mountains dont Bow The plane lurches down onto the airstrip with a bounce that rattles my teeth, wheels clattering across tarmac patched more with willpower than concrete. When the cabin door opens, the smell of earth and woodsmoke sweeps in. Outside, Labé greets us in a riot of colour and dust. Motorbikes…
The COMC Files – Alkebulan
PART II Chapter 12 The Rattletrap The clerk — a young man, visibly nervous and more than a little dazzled — tries to collect himself. “Madame… monsieur… you are travelling to Labé? Domestic flight… yes… but, eh—” His gaze drops to my belly. “Madame, you are… how far along, please?” “Far enough to notice, young…
The COMC Files – Alkebulan
PART II Chapter 11 The Stallion and the Faucet The golden flow has stilled again. How strange, how ridiculous: once it arrived only when Asdar or Tarmo leaned near. Now, summoned from afar, I leak on command — like a wandering faucet connected to the pipelines of heaven. Trust the cosmos to make motherhood both…
The COMC Files – Alkebulan
Part II Chapter 10 The Golden Thread The morning air in San is soft and brittle, full of the promise of roads not yet taken. Karim and I pack up early, the sky outside still silver as he checks the route to Timbuktu one last time. I sit by the window, satellite phone in hand,…
The Memory Cartographer 