June Contest

Sister's Deed

She was dark and beautiful, this Ma’s sister. Ijeoma was her name.
She had visited twice in a space of five years and her second coming had preceded Ma’s sudden illness.
It was painful to see Ma shrink; to see her lose her humanity and die in a fit of cough.
This sister had done her best to help, returning every evening with a bag of her own clothes to a place I once called home.
Pa is okay it.
I’m on my deathbed like Ma had been and from the next room comes these soft moans of ecstasy.


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