Martins Abuah
Joined November 2021
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I want to serenade you.
Stories (19/0)
Charade
He rattled a fist in front of her face and told her not to shout again, or he would bury a punch in her womb. She ignored his warning and slapped her palms together, daring him to do his worst. They were standing at the bus stop causing a scene. He was the conductor, and she a passenger.
By Martins Abuahabout a year ago in Fiction
I sold my life.
She stands up from among the bodies piled around her. Notices the air as it flows through her scalp. She does not smell the decomposed corpses because she has attained a nature of retrieving their coins which cannot transfer into the afterlife.
By Martins Abuahabout a year ago in Poets