Posts in Fiction
Christmas Box

Zvenyika narrated his story as I wrote down notes in longhand. He had been charged with culpable homicide having run over an ageing priest on Beatrice Road, outside Harare, at night.

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The Wait

They had become inseparable after that day and spent long hours chatting on the phone like old friends.

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David

You’re the music inside my head—my love song. And when the music plays, I pull the hair back from my face and, holding it up with bobby pins, I dance for you.

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