Glissade

A child’s need to be chased, to hide and be found time and again, is why my father is the ghost stalking my dreams. When I was a child, hunting for where to hide and wait for my friends to seek, I found, inside an abandoned yard with an unfinished building, a hole in the …

You’re becoming an angry feminist and I’m worried for you.

She imagined that she was Mary on the run to Egypt to save Baby Jesus.

Enjoy the kisses too. I had thought that a man who swore by bushmeat would use too much teeth. No. Your head will reel when he tilts your face…

“If I marry, the person must accept that this is part of my bride price.”

Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.

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