Tunde Amao
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The Book of Opportunity
A broken heart is like a melody; only a careful ear can find its tune. I learnt this from my mother. His cries echoed from the main hall, the one I was meant to clean this afternoon. My rickety cleaning trolley stood close to the mahogany coffee table by the entrance of St Andrew’s Church as I peered into the main hall; an average-sized man, wearing new tan brogues (I could see the label partially ripped off from the bottom, that’s how I could tell) and an oversized grey suit that could pass for a parachute. On his neck rested a trio of chains of sterling silver that was partially tucked into his cream shirt, almost as if in replacement to where a tie should have been. His shoulders shook as he wept aloud from the benches, where the congregation usually sit on a Sunday morning.
By Tunde Amao3 years ago in Humans