Sticks & Bones

A boy, skinny and weak, walked up to Sire. The sun, as unrelenting as always, showered its heat on the boy, overwhelming each step that the boy made towards him; his legs, seemingly being sucked of their energy at each twist of the leg joints. The boy looked so brittle, and walking looked like heContinue reading “Sticks & Bones”

Psychologically Deranged

The wind would blow hard against their shirts and carried with it, a smudge of dust that would settle on top of their white, wide-open pages of their exercise books. Shaffi looked at the particles of dust- the tiny brown free and spiritless specks-as they uniformly arranged themselves on his English book. With one hand,Continue reading “Psychologically Deranged”

Night Shift

Manda closed her eyes as she lifted her face towards the sky, feeling the warmth of the tropical breeze illuminate her smooth, moisturized face. Her tiny grey shorts squeezed under her but as she sat on the bare slick boot of Rickoe’s convertible just outside their house. Manda could now feel the conducted heat ofContinue reading “Night Shift”

an Unpeaceful Purchase

He wielded the sledge hammer tightly enough that the sweat pores on his palm began to suffocate and his grip was loosening every passing second. Eshiwani had had enough. He waited long enough. He had looked at his precious television set with much pride. With much amazement of how he came to have one ofContinue reading “an Unpeaceful Purchase”