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Under the rug
The elderly man slammed his fists on the table and grunted as he leaned back in his chair. The young man adjusted his position in his chair and stared in disbelief. In the still night air, an elderly woman reeled in from the adjacent room and stared at the two men in silent alarm. She…
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Dry Biscuit
Nairobi – dry as a biscuit and squeaky on the plate like dry toast. The air is warm and sudden gusts of wind spread the dust like rain does water. People rush from point a to b, to c, to Zed. A day off and I wonder, what causes the traffic hum to start at…
Short Stories & Poems by WarmBreezeBliss 