Forgiving God 

Episode Nine 

“Yes ma. She’s here.” Chidi said to the woman at the other end of the line, keeping his eyes on Anjola. He watched for a sign, anything on her stoic face but got none. He sighed inwardly. This was going to be hard.

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It’s 2.12  a.m.

I’m staring at the blinking red light of the clock beside the bed as the undulating music plays in the background. I say ‘undulating’ because the record player broke yesterday, leaving it in a state that reminds me of ocean fronts. Tidal waves rising and falling in restless melody; this is what Enya sounds like in the dim light of the room. Continue reading