Monthly Archives: July 2015

TEAR TRACKS

TEAR TRACKS They laid the train tracks back to front and this caused a great deal of confusion- you’d think you were on the train to New York and arrived in Kinshasha, or to Shanghai and found yourself lost in … Continue reading

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GROWING PAINS: HARD-BOILED

   Victor’s little sister was the bane of his life. He wondered, often and bitterly, why his mother had left only a space of one year between them. She competed for everything! If he were two or three years older, … Continue reading

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GROWING PAINS: HEN-PECKED

   Cheechee was brooding again. Dappled sunlight rippled on her brown feathers as she huddled quietly in a corner of the henhouse shadowed by a bamboo tree. The other hens clucked noisily, in constant aimless motion, pecking busily at the … Continue reading

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HANDS THAT ROCKED NO CRADLE

#IdiomsAndInk Veronica cranked up the music as she drove home, grinning. She was still basking in the euphoria from her victory in court earlier in the day. That adrenaline rush was a great part of why she had become a … Continue reading

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HARMATTAN TALES : A BAD DAY

Under the dying mango tree, i glared out through tear and grit-stung eyes, choking on impotent rage as Victor and his grimy cohorts laughed and kicked the dry, cloying dust over my prone body. Victor leaned over me, breathing noxious … Continue reading

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HARMATTAN TALES : FLIGHTS OF FANCY

HARMATTAN TALES: Flights Of Fancy. The lizard was staring at her again.           Usoro muttered under her breath testily as she bent over to scrub her feet. The early morning air was chilly and the warm water on her pebbled … Continue reading

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ALL IS VANITY

   The dog is scratching at the soft, dark earth again.     Bobby stares out the window moodily, watching it. His face throbs. Anne passes behind him, dragging her feet …her citrus scent lingers. He fights down bile.      … Continue reading

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