Some time ago, I saw a joke on social media that made me ‘clutch my pearls’ in response to some now comical, but then horrific memories from my childhood. A young boy had just been admonished by his mother and sent to his room as a response to her vexation. Of course, he reluctantly goes to his room, but right as he crosses that threshold, ‘whoosh’… a strong wind loudly slams the door shut behind him. The rest of the scenario was left to the reader’s imagination.
For context, let me set the place, time and culture so that you are both clear and comfortable with what transpires next. It’s the 1980s in a small home on the Caribbean island of Barbados. In our culture, children are definitely seen and not heard, and on very bad days, they should try not to be seen too much. Lashes, or what the rest of the world may…
