January Contest

Of Wishes and Hopes

My ears quirked up to sounds of heavy footfall drawing up behind me.

‘Chill. You’re being paranoid’, I whispered to myself but my feet didn’t listen as they broke into a wild run.

Suddenly, my momentum was cut short by a strong tug from behind. I landed on the ground with a thud. Stupefied, I struggled as my attacker’s grubby palms ripped my skirt open.

In that moment, I wished the young man some feet away would say more than, ‘Bros take am easy…’ and I hoped I could still make it to the hospital before Papa breathed his last.


One Comment

Enjoying the site? Give us feedback

Forgot your password?

Enter your account data and we will send you a link to reset your password.

Your password reset link appears to be invalid or expired.

Log in

Privacy Policy


    Processing files…