Introduced by the author, explaining the origin of the story’s setting and the post-colonial resonance of several of its symbols, both those apparent or subtle and more insidious.
I heft the shovel in my hand. The glint of it doesn’t compare. If I sharpened it, maybe. If I flattened it out with a mallet and ran the edge against a stone until it sparked like death-day firecrackers, then it just might outgleam the cat's ruby torque.