She is angry with me. I can tell, because her lips are trembling, her eyes are dilated, and her chest is rising and falling really fast… [1min]
Category Archive: Short Fiction
There is a little black bird sitting in the tree outside Lara’s window. She watches it as it turns this way and that, its little chest catching and reflecting the sun rays… [2mins]
A story, situated in London, plays on conversations between Africans and their interactions with a wider Europe… [6mins]
Idara cleaned her flat every day. People didn’t understand what she meant when she said she cleaned every day. She was sure they imagined her hurriedly adjusting throw pillows, washing dirty plates and perhaps wiping down marble counters before dashing off to prepare for work… [10mins]
