Love Letters (V)

As he speaks, I wonder if he’s always been a stammerer. ‘So, wait, what do you need me to do? Why…why are you even telling me all these?’ ‘I think she thinks it’s you who’s been writing the letters. So, I want you to be me.’ The ashen look returns to his face in split […]

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Love letters (IV)

Tracy Mba ‘Tracy!’ I am jerked awake by the hysterical noise from the person that’s my mum. I wonder why she does this. At some point, it used to scare me when she shouted like that –as if the roof of the house was on fire– but now I know better. ‘Ma!’ I scream back […]

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