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Submitted to Contest #81
When Destiny Intervenes By Norman Musiiwa It was sunset in the Nyazvidzi River Valley, some five kilometres to the west of the city. The sun had hidden beyond the western mountains whose shadow intensified the evening haze. Albert lay upon a rough rock on his back, hands supporting the back of his head. His legs were folded knees-up-together as if pointing an emphatic accusation to the skies. Tears rolled past both his ears as he peered the hazy sky. There was a sudden transition as Albert made attempts to count flock after flock...
Submitted to Contest #80
THE HIGHJACKED REVOLUTION By Norman Musiiwa My father is popularly known as Mr Able. At the age of ninety he is rather too strong for his age. He fights hard against a slight forward tilt that he feels betrays him. The old man hardly uses a walking stick unless he is unwell, a rare occurrence in his life. Mr Able brags about his health and always encourages his grandchildren to take up masculine jobs that train them to think strong and live strong. He recommends joviality and says it helps the body resists disease and keeps the heart f...
Submitted to Contest #79
A story submitted in response to the prompt: Write about two characters who’ve gone through something so intense they now feel like family. By Norman Musiiwa Little Daniel darted from the house, shirt in hand and panting. He kept his head turning back to check if his assailant was not pursuing. He paused at the edge of the yard with subdued sobs that kept his head nodding like he was agreeing to an emphatic instruction. The boy put on his shirt with such speed that made sure his head would not be kept buried. Eye freedom was ne...
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