“Asha walked out towards the vast water, stretching so far that it looked more like an ocean. She’d met Pran for the first time by Lake Victoria, down by Entebbe. But she wouldn’t waste the day thinking about him. She was still angry, sure that her husband was keeping something from her. As she moved further along, she spotted a twisted shape, jutting out at the water’s edge. A strange mass that seemed to grow from the banks, blackened in parts, ashen in others, protruding from the soil. But this wasn’t the rotting roots of a plant. It was sinewy muscle, twisting tendon. Upstream there were more.”
Extract from ‘Kololo Hill’ – included in the showcase