We disappear into the poinciana shadows, into the dream that alcohol, and music, and love, create. I go in a dream, in a myth. This is how it should be, I think. This is the pagan story, the truth the fairytales promised us, the ending imagined from the earliest of murmured memories... But, myths are not founded on reality, and fairytales do not deliver their promise... In this collection of short stories, Tracey-Anne Forbes explores the gulf between, illusion and reality in her protagonists' lives. In a complex presentation of womanhood, she offers an unravelling of a maze of myths. These stories encompass the joys and shocks of girlhood, marriage and family life; the final, tales embrace grief and ultimate redemption

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