Lindie Heeralall

Escape Artist

I am the fourth born daughter of an Indo-Mauritian Father and a Doncastrian Mother. My childhood in a noisy, unruly household of hormonal harridans, made me an imaginary escape artist by the age of 8. My Mother introduced me to Beatrix Potter and the Wind in the Willows, and I saw and see clothed hedgehogs in the garden and grumpy pipe-puffing badgers beneath snow-laden yew branches in the woods. Exposure to a plethora of unsettling viewing at a young age, (Jaws, Alien, The Omen, Threads, The Day of the Triffids, Tales of the Unexpected…), while under the care of my teenage sisters, fed my tendency towards the macabre.

Today, at this moment, I am a scruffy woman, sitting at a cheap dining table in a tatty but comfortable home. I am hungry, my hands are cold, and I haven’t had my coffee. Which leads me to conclude this introduction prematurely. Also, I now have to wrestle the cute mischievous bunny rabbit in the blue jacket from the mechanical Great White’s gnashing jaws before pulling the daffodil bulbs up with my protective eyewear on.

What did I miss. I am a writer, even when I’m not writing. But I’m no longer an escape artist, I don’t just want to live in a frosty woodland with talking animals, although I will always make time for a cup of tea with Mole. I am a mind and I want to exist in community with other minds. So, that is why I am here.

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