Our Hideous Progeny

by C.E. McGill

‘West Indian cotton in the looms, Amazonian rubber in the hydraulics . . . and all bought with sapphires from Ceylon and diamonds from Kollur. My, what wonders the British have made, with their own wit and gumption.’

When her muffled ‘Come in!’ sounded through the door, I sprang inside, taking her hands in mine – they fitted so perfectly, how could I not? –

If I had any sense, I knew, I would. But I have never been a sensible soul. I have only, ever, always, been angry.