Category: short story

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Zeniah’s story

This morning was different; I sensed it from the very moment I woke up. The noise was gone, the constant reminder of the menace that exists beyond these walls. I looked around the room; they were all still asleep lying on their mats, with tear streaked faces masked with red dust. I met the gaze of my mother, she didn’t sleep. She rarely ever … Read More Zeniah’s story