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Somtoo Celestine Ezioha

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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Clack-Clack

Weekly Contest #372

The baton goes clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack against the iron gate, and Emeka isn't listening to it. He hears it. He just isn't listening. He hears it, dismisses it as irrelevant, and keeps working. He's been in this flat for eleven months. Mallam Haruna has been doing his 1:45 AM round for all eleven of them, baton against iron, iron against night, the same sound at the same hour, every night the same. He found this flat the week he arrived, on the ground floor of a compound within a gated estate in Wuse 2. He paid the compound le...

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Somewhere Between Two Homes

Weekly Contest #371

The engine just dies. The driver does not say anything about it right away. There has been a low vibration under my seat since Abuja. I had not paid attention to it for hours. It goes still first. A second later, so does the engine noise. The bus rolls a few more seconds on nothing, coasting on whatever was left in it. Then that stops too. The TV screen above the driver freezes on a woman mid-laugh, mouth open, still lit while the rest of the cabin goes dark. Someone's Bible slides off their lap and hits the floor. A child starts crying two...

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247 Numbers

Weekly Contest #370

The message arrives at 11:50. I'm three cars back from the light at the Chevron roundabout, twenty minutes after leaving Yewande's birthday dinner, and it comes with its own clock. AT MIDNIGHT, SOMEONE YOU KNOW WILL DIE. YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES TO FIND THEM. I WILL NOT TELL YOU WHO. I WILL NOT TELL YOU WHERE. Under it, red digits count down from 09:59. While I'm staring, they become 09:58. I laugh. I’m alone in the car with the AC rattling and a slow highlife tune low on the radio. It has to be Debo. He used to do this back when we still spoke,...

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