Glissade

The sun burns brightest on the morning after a night-time rainstorm. That Thursday in June, when my partner and I awoke to find our Surulere apartment windows washed clean by rain, with the glass slats sparkling in the sunlight and the floor tiles as dry as an ark’s insides, we decided to celebrate our good …

When the second punch meets K’s lips, he is still imagining this is not happening.

You are becoming a version of a person okay with the passing of a father.

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