Crime never sleeps.
Post II in this year’s WEP/IWSG challenge and on the theme, the Year of the Art. As before, this theme ties in to my novella for last year’s challenges, the six-part story called ‘Custody Chain’.
Although this year’s posts are not another ongoing case for Sparkle Anwyl and Kama Pillai of the North Wales Police, I’ve attempted something else involving them.
Another Snowdon Shadows novella was too daunting – and a commitment too far. Although I managed to eke out the end of ‘Custody Chain’ sentence by sentence, I wasn’t in the right space to do that again.
So, once more I’m going down the stand-alone path with my dynamic Welsh duo.
Apologies, the word count was over the limit – but then I over-edited it…………………. or something. With the deadline imminent, I’m resisting the urge to put the details back. Sorry.
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Saturday, March 21st
Kama slips a hand across the table, candlelight glinting on her teasing eyes.
She squeezes my fingers. “The other diners are too engrossed in enjoying the food. That’s why this is the best place to celebrate your 21st.”
“With promised enjoyments to come.” I kiss her hand.
“You deserve a weekend of pleasure, before returning to Detective Training. Not that you need any—”
I grin as she knows there were few setbacks.
Raised voices break our focus. Two couples are arguing from separate tables.
“Amser ichi adael Cymru,” shouts a grey-haired man as his partner gesticulates.
A tweed-suited customer retorts, “Speak English – not your foreign gibberish.”
“You’re the damn foreigner. I said, ‘Time for you to leave Wales’- in Welsh.”
“This is our home. We’re staying. What can you do? Torch our house as you did thirty years ago? Hopefully, this time they’ll lock you up for good.”
The Welshman raises his fists. “Or I can—”
A colourfully dressed man intervenes. “If you can’t be civil to each other, I must request you leave my restaurant. Or I’ll call the police.”
“He started this,” shout both men. The owner holds them apart.
As they continue to quarrel, turning their abuse on the coloured owner, Kama and I cross over.
We show our warrant cards.
Kama tries to calm the situation. “If everything stops now, we can continue to enjoy what should be a relaxing evening.”
“You can’t understand. You’re like this darkie,” says the Welshman, “Another outsider.”
She laughs, replying in our mother tongue. “Cefais fy ngeni ym Mhontypridd – I was born in Pontypridd.”
“And my family have farmed here for centuries. We don’t condone arson, but this man has served his time—”
“—and you have a right to live here. Let’s all get on then”.
“Like you two dikes?” The English woman jabs a finger at us. “The police shouldn’t take people like you – slobbering across the table at each other.”
I suppress my frustration. “Shame you don’t respect the law – or the arresting officers. Incitement to violence is—”
The woman glances around the staring restaurant. She grabs her belongings and slips out, leaving her husband to pay.
One gesture from Kama, and the Welsh couple go as well.
“Thank you. I can do without customers like that. I thought I’d left prejudice behind in Trinidad. Having mixed race parents prepared me for the worst.”
“From the food, I’d say a fusion of African, Chinese, and Indian.” Kama points at the reproduction painting near our table. “And that.”
“Claude Clark’s Freedom Morning has guided my approach to life. Indirectly the reason I named this refuge Nalaikku—”
“Tomorrow in Tamil,” we reply.
453 words FCA
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