The Interluder
It was late evening when I returned to the familiar, warm scent of my house. I could tell Mundia had just got in as well by the stillness in the…
The Kindred Spirit
Mark returned to the room after midnight, face flushed. He must’ve drank something I couldn’t smell on him — vodka citrus or rum and coke. He took his boots off…
The Night Shift
When the phone rang again, Mark picked up and handed it to me with obvious relief on his face. “Hi, is this a good time?” Naz asked. “Sure. Just uuh,…
The Solitary Animal
On the road to Nakuru, I kept my ears pricked up for a message from Nazir. I'd sent the money for the spare part along with a thoughtful thank you…
The Strays
After the initial jitters, I found it exceedingly easy to tell what kind of person Nazir was. Whilst living out in the wilderness, he had somehow attracted a stray cat,…
The Ones Who Don’t Look Away
I stood outside the trailer with my eyes closed, the sun warming my forehead delightfully. There was no hint of smoke, fumes or odours in the air; it smelled of…
The Day I Went to His Place
Dried leaves crumbled under my feet as I paced back and forth in the parking lot. Nazir was some distance away conversing at length with the mechanic, leaving me with…
The Day the Cruiser Broke Down
It was late September when Nazir and I met. I was touring with an American group from Idaho when my cruiser lurched and stalled. We were on the tail end…