Tag - short fiction

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Sunday shorts: The wedding toast
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Sunday shorts: The acceptance
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Sunday minis: The sound of music
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Sunday minis: Cinnamon scorn
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Sometimes the heart takes the long way home…25 & 26
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Sometimes the heart takes the long way home…21 – 24
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Chapter 2: Too much of a good thing
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Chapter 2: Creme caramel
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Chapter 2: Left to proof
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It wasn’t me

Sunday minis: The sound of music

I don’t want to be your brother! The thought raked unrepentantly through his mind as he posed by one of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the busy business district of the town, and stared straight ahead, hands shoved deep in his pockets, unaware of twilight steadily browning the sky, the standstill traffic on the bridge at the centre of his view. . .

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Sometimes the heart takes the long way home…25 & 26

I have every reason to come back safely. You are all my reasons.’ And tilting his head to the side, he kissed her slowly, lingering on every inch of her mouth as though attempting to create a lasting memory while they were apart. ‘Good night, love.’ He whispered in her ear when they eventually separated.

‘Godspeed.’ She whispered back, then watched him leave, closing the door quietly behind him for the second time that day

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Chapter 2: Too much of a good thing

She smiled. “Yes, we are.” Spreading the smile to wave goodbye to a now peeved Taiwo, who marched out of the house with a bag bearing bowls of baked sugar.

“Then I’ll see you at 6.30pm,” he said, “have a good one, and don’t forget to send your address.”

“I won’t.” She followed Taiwo’s car as it reversed out of the compound, and made to shut the door when she noticed the gates remained wide open.

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Chapter 2: Left to proof

Few things stopped Misan in her tracks; her offspring were smack at the top of that list. Her eyes narrowed. She thought she recognised all, well almost all, her children’s friends. At the least, the regulars who trooped endlessly in and out of the house before schools re-opened last year. One mulatto stood out among her son’s; it certainly wasn’t this youngster before her. Daniel seemed older and well-built than this lanky teen. “Do I know you, young man?” She leaned forward on the counter, shifting her weight from one leg to another; she’d have to sit down soon.

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It wasn’t me

Their invigilator, when they laid eyes on her before the start of the exam, drew a collective groan from the entire class. She was yet to take them in a course, but her general demeanour and outlook gave out uncomfortable vibes, her reputation preceding her. She might belong to the spectacles-wearing tribe, but nothing seemed to miss her gaze. Perhaps the one thing which set off the students was one of the first things one noticed about her–her hair. Styled in a monument of black thread spirals, primary-school girl fashion, and rising to a peak on her head, it stood erect and threatening combined with a rather pleasant-looking face devoid of make-up and ear lobes of earrings. Her attire comprised a long-sleeved, nondescript blouse tucked into an equally forgettable ankle-length, flowing skirt around a robust form. She might as well have had on a column of sackcloth. There were no pointers for concluding where her religious allegiances laid. The Deeper Life Ministry.

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