Author archive: Wanjiru Ndung'u

Short Stories
Double down
March 7, 2019
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Previously on Biker’s Island… Two months into our relationship, Lenny and I had our first fight. We had had tensions before, little zaps of static from the current running between us, misunderstandings that could be brushed away with a feather duster. Child’s play. The fight on that Saturday in February was a fight for the […]
Books
Books
February 28, 2019
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The business of creating things you love most times is a neatly-wrapped gift of freedom, self-direction, and unparalleled fulfillment. But it can also be a ball of fear in your throat, the hot air of disappointment around your neck, a clamp putting pressure at your temples. Sometimes you encounter losses and curveballs in the craft […]
Short Stories
Blindsided
February 21, 2019
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Previously on Biker’s Island… At his bedroom window, I stepped behind the heavy, opaque drapes; the kind they have in hotel resorts that you can draw in the middle of the afternoon and catnap undisturbed. I tilted the louver window slightly open, enough to infuse fresh air into the room without letting in too much […]
Short Stories
Gun-shy
February 14, 2019
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  Previously on Biker’s Island … There was a moment when I thought he would lean in and kiss me. I had given in to a pleasurable adrenaline rush that was crackling inside of me and I wished to prolong it. Instead, he asked, “Now you see why I carry my piece?” I hadn’t realized […]
Short Stories
Rock Bottom Guy
February 7, 2019
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Previously in Biker’s Island … My near-arrest catalyzed my relationship with Lenny, but what I didn’t know was that it also unfurled a set of cataclysmic events that would eventually leave me on a grassland savanna with my shin scraped to the bone. For a few hours, I entrusted Josh and my house to his […]
Short Stories
Sandstorm
January 31, 2019
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Previously on Biker’s Island… On the days leading up to the evening I had a brush with the law, there were signs of a sandstorm sweeping through my desert. That morning I rolled over in bed, lit my face with the blue light of my phone and squinted at the time. It read the last […]
Short Stories
Tailgate
January 24, 2019
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Previously on Biker’s Island… After that awkward first date, I found myself out of sorts. I had tried not to place expectations on it. I was a good sport. I talked about my son even though I would’ve preferred not to. I entertained most of his conversation even though I found bits of it shallow […]
Short Stories
Foot in Mouth
January 10, 2019
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Previously on Biker’s Island It didn’t happen that first week or even the next month. Not for lack of trying on Lenny’s part. He called and messaged, and I always said, “Sure, let’s do it,” but he couldn’t pin me down on a date or time. He understood that I had declined without disagreeing. On […]
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Love and Light
December 20, 2018
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I have fragments of stories. Story lines grabbing at the seams of my conscious. Scenes of people, noises, tears, words said with quivering lips, trembling fingers, thick, heavy words that come out in choked voices. Feelings swallowed, that cut their way down the gullet like pellets of glass. But, these fragments aren’t coming together in […]
Short Stories
Boy’s Toys
December 13, 2018
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  My breath fogs up the helmet visor. Through the haze, I see savanna grass in my peripheral field of vision. Directly above is a wisp of a cloud and a hawk hovering in a mostly clear sky. It’s a great day to be out riding. I might even have enjoyed this view but I […]