Tim Liardet | A Prayer to Mother Serotonin........................................................

Anything to get away from here. Trinidad’s so boring.

I stopped pushing the hammock and got up. I wanted to say something but the words were hiding.

Mr Chetan, if you leave your mouth open so, you’ll catch a fly.

I closed my mouth and bit my bottom lip. It came out as a whisper.

Home, boy. That’s important.

What did you say?

Home. Home is where your navel string’s buried.