Everyone is a background character in someone else's story
The city lies quiet, clenched with worry. The night is empty, still. Even the wind is reluctant to move about. In the suburbs, through the backroads
Read MoreI see his car before I see him. Only, I don’t know that it’s his. There are a lot of V8’s in this parking lot and
Read MoreMy mother-in-law is not a pious woman. You are more likely to find her holding a how-to guide on pleasing your man than the Four Gospels.
Read MoreThe door to Ben’s office is ajar when I get there. I tap lightly and walk in to find Awiti – our elderly tea lady –
Read MoreOn this February night, I find myself standing by our master bedroom window watching the quiet rustling of dried palm leaves dancing in a mild breeze.
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