"He was only twenty-nine!" Ife couldn't believe it. Her ex-husband, Damba was dead. "What happened?" she asked her brother, Irumba. It was a Sunday afternoon and she was at home. Miremba was out with her friends. Irumba had stopped by to give her the news. "He was killed in road accident. It was caused by over-speeding which resulted …
Meg’s Story
The scars you can’t see are the hardest to heal - Gecko & Fly I felt guilty. Guilty because I’m not sorry that he’s gone. He passed away a month ago from a second stroke. It happened while I was at the grocery store. When I got home, there was an ambulance and police cars …
Giulia
She looked at the odd shaped structure. It was covered in moss. Everything else seemed to fade into the background. It reminded her of when she visited the Accademia Gallery and she saw Michelangelo's famous sculpture of Israel's most beloved king, David. Her eyes were fixated on the figure, moving towards it as if hypnotized. The …
Mark’s Letter
"You need to sign for this, Seth," Lucy said as she handed the registered letter to her boss. He took it and swallowed hard when he saw who the sender was. It was sent a week after Mark's death. His funeral was two days ago. He still couldn't believe it. Mark was only twenty-five. He …
Jenny
To the casual observer he was a regular bloke sitting on a picnic table in the park having coffee, a cheese burger and fries but he was a retired cop waiting for his ex-partner’s widow. She called him that morning and asked him to meet her here. He knew it was dumb of him …
The Funeral
It was a gloomy day with intermittent spurts of rain. It was as if nature itself was mourning the loss of a great woman. Tracy was not surprised at the large turnout. The church was packed as many came to pay their respects and pay homage to Mrs. Gladys Townsend, the dear lady whom she …
Papa Joe
August 12, 1952. It was a date she would never forget. It was the day she buried the man who had been a father to her for over twenty years. It seemed so surreal. Papa Joe was gone. She stood there alone in her grief, shivering although it was a hot and muggy day. She …
Broken Heart Syndrome
You can die of a broken heart -- it's scientific fact -- and my heart has been breaking since that very first day we met. I can feel it now, aching deep behind my rib cage the way it does every time we're together, beating a desperate rhythm: Love me. Love me. Love me. ― …
Notes to Women 