Posted by Chikondi Mlozi | Nov 23, 2015 | Short story, Uncategorized |
by Chikondi Favoured Mlozi The trembling of my lips made shouting impossible. Not that it would have helped. My voice would have only echoed, bounced across the house and frightened me upon its return. No one else could hear me....
Read MorePosted by Chikondi Mlozi | Nov 23, 2015 | Literary works, Short story |
The headache that had been bothering me since ma’s death over a decade earlier had gone away. The head that felt so heavy to carry felt light on this day. The sun rays that peeped through the window of my bedroom made it clear...
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