His name was Bode and for as long as he knew, he had been locked up in this hole. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t here. He had lost memory of what freedom felt like; the smell of fresh air, the feel of clean clothes on his now battered skin or the taste of good food just for the sheer joy of being that – good food. Days rolled over themselves like a group of drunken men falling over each other with no sense of direction.
The air was heavy with the stench of death.
Didun stared blankly at the distance, looking but not really seeing anything. It was midday but darkness lurked everywhere, like a velvet blanket draped over dimming lights. She remembered the days of joy, the days of fullness and their fading glories taunted her. How had her life become this empty shell? Continue reading
21st September (2 years ago)
“You this girl, what are you sitting here doing?” Mum stood above me, arms akimbo and face etched in a frown. I dropped my unfinished sandwich on the plate, paused the movie I was watching and quickly did a switch over to my browser window. I sat up straight on the bed and gave her a disarming smile (as much as can be managed with a mouthful of sandwich). Continue reading
A Fiction Series
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Saturday, 15th July
I actually like weddings. Really, I do. But this particular one left a sour taste in my mouth. And I’m not just saying that because I took medication that morning. Continue reading
Episode 28 – The Finale
The funeral was a quiet one; the way his mother had wanted it. As he listened to the testimonies people told about her, Henry realized he had taken for granted how much of an impact her life had made on others. Continue reading
“Healing comes painfully.”
Anjola stared at the inspirational image with minimal text on her Instagram feed, shook her head and scrolled down. After scrolling past a few pictures on her timeline, she scrolled back up and stared at the image again.
“Anjola!” Slim shouted as he hurried out of the church, weaving through the throng as they exited the building. She turned back and looked around uneasily, as though unsure whether to wait or run for her life. He knew her indecision was justified so he slowed down a bit as if waiting for her to decide. Continue reading