The buzz of ginger
“Damn this narrow road,” Jaz thought as he hit the brakes on his rackety old Terios. He always seemed to meet somebody at this corner, and with one side a virtual cliff, both had to stop and silently negotiate who was going to back up or pull over. The area was the back of beyond on this little Caribbean island.That doesn’t mean it was a charming little sandy track; it was a proper road topped with asphalt or, to his British way of thinking, tarmac. But roads have to be maintained and the...
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