Irene Dawson Otoo
Bio
I love the art of story telling.
Stories (5/0)
New friend
Seraphina looked at her watch, it was exactly 5.37pm and Tolly was already 7 minutes late and the realisation of agreeing to meet her for a coffee was starting to feel like one of my non brilliant ideas. Some people are just supposed to be run into friends, like when you run into old school friends or old work colleagues and you swear to meet up, but both of you know it’s never going to happen, it’s just to be polite.
By Irene Dawson Otoo 3 years ago in Fiction
The Debt
The sun was high as the rays beat down on the little church on top of the hill. It was a steep incline to reach the church, but Adwoa always climbed and sat where she always sat, perched on the steps of the church her mother and father got married. She found solitude here, knowing that these steps once represented her parents’ strongest bond and even though her mother and father were no longer married and her father had only recently died, coming here was more important than ever.
By Irene Dawson Otoo 3 years ago in Horror