Amy pulled up in front of the house and pulled out the groceries from the pickup truck. As she inched in through the door she heard a huge blast which shook the house, she froze for a second and called out, “Mama! Papa! Anyone home?” As she picked up the groceries from the table, she
Yogo looked at his shoes, his eyes steadily inching to his trousers. He rubbed his thighs and lifted his eyes to steal a look at the man opposite him, the scent of his cologne saturated the room demanding attention as soon as he sat. The scent was subtle but pervasive, it wasn’t roaring and stinging
“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
Anyango woke up to the sound of a spitting small engine of a boda-boda motorcycle taxi zooming past her bedroom window. She opened her eyes and prayed. “God thank you that I can trust you, thank you that my life does matter and I have a hope and future…” she whispered desperately to believe what
Neema was startled by the sound of a bottle breaking, she didn’t see where it came from, she just saw it land and shatter right before her. She jumped and bolted into a sprint, she heard a deep voice chuckle. The chuckle was quickly disrupted by a violent belch. She turned to see the clown
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