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.


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