An entry in the Crocodile Prize
PNG Government Award for Short Stories
ON the way home one afternoon, as I walked alone past Goroka Post Office lost in thought, I was distracted by a commotion behind me and brought back to reality.
Like any curious onlooker, I moved to where the crowd was milling around.
There, in the middle of the crowd, two women were having a boxing match and arguing. Woman in shorts and tee-shirt was accusing woman in meri blouse and laplap of having affair with her husband.
There was much swearing and fighting.