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Elsa Wrench

Monday, November 10, 2014
Like a meat grinder having a fight with a blender. That’s how my pal Elle described the noise of the dentist’s instruments as a search-and-rescue job was undertaken on her lovely mouth.
Monday, October 27, 2014
​At first I thought it was a prank, a hoax, a muddle of mischief dreamt up by an altered mind.
Monday, October 20, 2014
We were this close. Me and Daren “McDreamy” Ganga, who was dreamier than ever in shades of blue.
Monday, October 13, 2014
​Don’t make joke. It’s Christmas already? The twinkling giant Christmas trees in the mall blinded me. “What’s the matter with these people?’’
Monday, October 6, 2014
Clink. Clink. Clink-clink! That is the sound of me emptying my piggy bank. It will be worth it too.
Monday, September 29, 2014
The hand-painted sign in Belmont read, “J Pemberton. Professional pot cleaner,” with cell number to call.
Monday, September 22, 2014
​“You have weak mandibles,” the dentist told me, sorrowfully. “Good teeth, though.”
Monday, September 15, 2014
​Artist Martin Superville was playing undercover agent last Thursday night at the opening of his latest exhibition at On Location on De Verteuil Street, Woodbrook.
Monday, September 8, 2014
​When the news came that Joan Rivers had stopped breathing during a throat procedure in a doctor’s office, I heard Joan’s voice screaming, hoarsely: “It’s not what you think, you little perverts.
Monday, September 1, 2014
​The “Punch Man” used to be a traditional fixture at street corners in towns and villages, from Port-of-Spain to Parlatuvier.

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