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Fiction: A young boy is kidnapped just outside Colombo. There are no clues, no demands. What’s next?

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“Mummy, look at the road,” Devin says. “Yes, boss.”“Drive with two hands.”Neja chuckles for his amusement. “You’re a little tyrant.”“T-I-R-A-N-T,” he says. “Tyrant.”“Not quite, but close enough.”“Close enough isn’t good enough. Watch that dog, Mummy. This isn’t a race.”“You sound like your grandmother.”Devin lifts his chin to mimic Loku Madam. He looks out of the window and relaxes enough for his own propensity to speak a lot of nonsense to knock himself out as he falls asleep. Neja passes through the tollbooth on the other side of the expressway, and Google Maps directs her to a road that bisects a paddy field. She notices movement in her rear-view mirror. Devin pushes himself upright, his face pressed against the window. Neja’s phone vibrates. Her glances shift between the screen and the road. Not the time to answer. Devin is nosy and observant.“You look tired, Mummy,” he says. “We can go home if you like.”Neja knows her boy. He is scared of everything he has not done before. Wanting to go kayaking is about confronting those fears. A middle finger to the bullies who called him a chicken for not going on the class trip. But now he must be having second thoughts.“We’re almost there now,” Neja says. “The sun’s out.”“But, Mummy, if you’re tired,...Read more

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