March Contest

not my will

By March 13, 2019 2 Comments

It all started last Thursday when I was summoned home from the food vendor’s stand by Uncle. He asked me to pack up; “Aunty” had come to take me to that place where wealth like parasites leeched onto girls and ladies.

But alas! Aunty began to hallucinate about yonder shortly after settling me in her shack since the white powdery substance and the regular visits from those pot-bellied gentlemen were beginning to make her sore beneath. I was her respite.

On the third night before the third uncle got his chance,

I sliced my wrist and slipped into oblivion



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