Elaine crossed the Arcade with a vague sense of unease. Suva looked stale and sickly· bright in the sun. How quickly the morning, which began so cheerfully for her, had exhausted itself; burnt itself out, she thought. She smiled weakly at a pupil in holiday clothes. At the crossing the shoppers merged and then broke into different directions.
Subramani, A, Dear Primitive, Kunapipi, 1(2), 1979.