The gurney was the vehicle that brought in the dead. Limp, silent and unresisting; the dead laid covered in blue rumpled sheets. Sometimes their flesh quivered in the careless abandon of death. The men that wheeled the gurneys to the room where the bodies were kept had little to say. In their blue, numbered work … Read more
It was hard to believe that where there now stood only one grey tree stump, a large forest reserve had once flourished. The myriad of cracks only showed evidence of the ground’s unquenched thirst, which lasted for generations. The only thing that did not seem to mind the harsh conditions was the dust, which happily … Read more
It was late at night when she got the call. She wasn’t asleep; no, she’d been hoping, waiting, for it. “It’s me. Can’t really talk, but I’m okay and everything’s fine. Will you come get me? I’ll be waiting by the river at the Adamson Bridge.” The night was cool. The breeze gently ruffled her … Read more
At 24,000 feet, the great expanse of water he had always known as a child looked little more than a toddlers’ wading pool, or a puddle in a brown field that just happened to be exceptionally blue. Regardless, something was terribly wrong. He turned to look up… or was it down? Orientation was still making … Read more
The ray of light from the window was the first indication of how far her legs had taken her this time. The yellow glow seemed to illuminate and incriminate her decision. Everything told her she was about to make a mistake. The inauspicious left eyelid twitch was a confirmation of the premonition. And that goddamn … Read more
Doctors & Boxes Larry was a conman and he was proud of it. He was successful at his trade, as his moderate wealth and lack of convictions exhibited. He just wasn’t particularly good at it. Larry was one of those people with an undeserved and entirely unfair abundance of good luck. His poorly thought out … Read more
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens … Read more
Who are you, I asked myself. I don’t know, Banga replied. It was a Tuesday, We were listening to Dobet Gnahoré. We were on Hyena Hill. Later we were saying something about how we were not just with the lions there. And something about the music our parents would listen to. And something about the … Read more
Stanley Kipkoech Yegon, known to his friends as Sky, was in deep trouble. He’d always had a knack for getting into sticky situations but this…this was a new low for him. There were many mistakes a student in his position could have made but he was convinced that he had stumbled his way into the … Read more