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Submitted to Contest #211
“People just need to put themselves in my shoes more, you know?” Chase reached over and grabbed a handful from the bowl of peanut M&Ms on the coffee table in front of him, throwing them into his mouth.Watching him made my stomach rumble. I stifled a yawn. The dimness of the office did nothing to ease my growing fatigue. Glancing over at the electric fireplace, flames flickering at the end of the room, I wondered again why I’d indulged Chase when he’d insisted on turning off the ceiling lights for ‘ambience’ this session.“Why do you feel ...
AN:Say nothing, Calm - British slang; 'okay/cool'Fit- British slang; 'attractive’Isi ewu- ‘Goat head’ in Igbo.__The silence during the car ride back was suffocating. Never mind that I’d turned up the radio to a volume slightly above a comfortable level, the repetitive tune of a nondescript pop song playing through the speakers. Otis still stared soundlessly at the road ahead, hands clasped so tightly together, his knuckles were white. I glanced in my rear-view mirror. Jemimah shared a similar blank expression, gazing out of the window, stree...
Submitted to Contest #155
TW: This story alludes to the theme of child abduction.Ade needed help being pushed on the swings.He had been taught how to propel himself before. Chika spoke about how he needed to push his legs forwards or backwards depending on how the swing moved, but now, as he sat on the rubber seat, he only flailed his pudgy legs above the ground, to no avail.He sighed as he surveyed the playground. Chika was far away, on the other side with a friend of hers. He knew she wouldn't be interested in humouring her younger brother when she could be playing...
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