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“What?! What do you want?” “You’re in the wrong place, this is a bar.” Lokuhle should’ve been offended by that and he turned to leave her but something told him right then to swallow his pride and endure the discomfort. This time he wasn’t going to fold. He turned again and found she was looking into the mirror across the bar, pretending to be enjoying herself. He recognized this tactic, so he dragged the stool beside her and launched himself onto it. He noticed her shoulders twitching with fright. “Tifiso, you shouldn’t be here. I’m not lea...
“Come in! Nozwelo? Yes, Come in please.”Nozwelo walks in with her potential boyfriend and manages a formal smile when she locks eyes with Dr. Khoza. The young man who follows Nozwelo inside the cozy office is wearing a worn out, gray cardigan with ocean blue jeans and white converse sneakers. Dr. Khoza notices the white socks that give the outfit some personality. She smiles at that and waves them to the couch across her recliner.Nozwelo stretches her arms and rests them strategically over her thighs, then sets her eyes on the therapist.Dr. ...
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The lights are on and there’s a cup of coffee on the cold, table. This is a nice interrogation room. Why am I in an interrogation room? Am I the criminal? I see the shadows of policemen and women passing the door to this room but I can’t hear them. Sound proof? I haven’t really heard much of anything since they drove me here. The police. They rushed me here and not to the hospital.William. He almost killed…“Where is she?!” I scream at the woman sitting on the other side of the table, looking at me sympathetically. She’s startled but maintain...
12 February 2030Turtle BayManhattan, New YorkUSATo my sweet love,My precious gift, I know you don’t have many words if any and you don’t owe me anything. I don’t blame you for anything you feel when it comes to me. I just need you to know that I did what I did out of love…for you and everyone who needed food. It was for you and your children, and their children also. I hope one day that makes sense to you.I miss you too much to even express. I think about how big you’ve gotten over the years. By big I mean grown, not weight. I’ve learned a l...
I haven't felt much of anything in the past year. I told my Pastor it was progress but I wouldn't know. I'm counting on her not asking too many questions because then I'd have to continue lying. Perhaps the Holy Ghost will fish me out of this web I've trapped myself in and tell her the truth on my behalf. The truth is I'm stuck. I feel stuck, and not in my job or anything like that. I'm stuck mentally or emotionally. Or both. Who knows. I make up my bed in an attempt to pump myself for the day ahead but it doesn't work. There's a foul smell ...
“You know this place?” the nurse asks me softly, leaning into my face.I nod and suddenly feel heavy. I’ve seen the red roof and recognize the flower garden that interrupts the pathway to the front door. It’s a home in the photo but I know it isn’t my home. The street light in the background resembles the moon that appears in the dream…“It’s from a dream. I had a dream! The same dream, multiple times and I recognize the roof. I’m not sure why I keep seeing it or what it means but it isn’t my home. Unless I was kidnapped and brainwashed at som...
Finally! I feel accomplished. It’s what we chase from kindergarten to college graduation and I can actually taste the feeling. My fingers are tingling and I attribute it to my excitement. Sage Matthews; The Cooking Phenomenon of the Year! I can see the crowd in my head standing and applauding me; some enviously and others in steady admiration. I deserve this! My first day at the Elites Country Club is busy and the General Manager was impressed to find me idle in the lobby, waiting for the clock to strike ten so I get started. I aim to impre...
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