“Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!” the crowd yelled pumping their fists. Yogo was inching as close as he could to the edge of the cliff, he could feel the bile climb into his mouth. The violent breeze flapped his beach shorts; slapping his bare scrawny chest. He spat and began to scream. The crowd joined
There was really deep breathing punctuated with an unusual grunt, it sounded like a wild animal had invaded Robert’s room, he had been up for the past three hours. He nudged the warm body that lay next to his and the grunt stopped abruptly. Finally, the silence he had craved. He could hear the rain
On Monday night a friend, Anna, called me frantically, I was a bit surprised, I had never heard her sound so worried. Ever. I asked her if she was OK, to which she replied she was, then she explained that she felt out of her depth in something. “OK?” I responded and she proceeded to
Purity was rushing to church, she was late, she couldn’t afford a TukTuk, she had a 30-minute walk ahead of her. It was her day to ensure everything was set up for the 9 am service. She was panicking, there was no way to reach anyone either, she had forgotten her phone at home rushing
The wheels spun wildly as Mutiso sped down the hill. Mutiso’s bare chest leading the way pressing against the gushing breeze which seemed to harden his abs, defining a neat six-pack on his sinewy frame. His dirty and faded green trousers, torn at the knee, flapped widely only held together by a sisal rope serving as
Image: www.theguardian.com The last candle had just been blown out. And Mr. Williams was walking to bed. As he steadied his bedroom door open, he heard a creaking floorboard and paused at the door, he listened intently for a few minutes, silence. His wife turning and sighing in her sleep disrupted his attention he walked