Dressed in a medical gown, I sit in an uncomfortable plastic chair behind a foldable cloth and metal partition. I stare at the stains on the partition, trying not to imagine their origins. A blonde…
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Of Life Hereafter
in the days of your disappearance, the pink dogwoodblushes through my window. while the trees lean toward a whisper beyond the gleam of marbled glass, i hear yourise along the garden, suspended in the air…
I Blame the Peach
I.I feel the tickle on the pink of my lips before it touches my mouth. Anticipation is only possibility. Idon’t bite. The peach sits in the fridge, the skin too perfect to puncture, if it…
The Marriage Affair
One evening, after dinner, Wazili shook his head. “The streets have become unpredictable lately,” he muttered. He finished wiping down his bicycle with a piece of cloth under the dim light of a bulb hanging…