“I want to see what the world is like.”She’d said,wiping my tears.”You’ll see me again,pinky promise.”Her smile was assuring as ever as she boarded the bus,leaving our township,and me,behind.
But she’d kept her promise,as she always did.
The front page was where I’d seen her nearly two years later. ‘Woman,23,slaughtered by abusive lover’.
Blue marks,scarlet clotts,tattered braids,ebony skin.
She must have gotten to see what the world was like,while I’d gotten to see my world shatter with each printed syllable of her name.


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