I CHOSE TO LIVE by OKOLI UGOCHI JANE

I had gotten used to the traces of his fingers on my skin. Red and black like the edges of a ripe palm fruit. The little dots of pain that came together to form the shape of a single finger. All in five places or ten or twenty. I lost count.  I had gotten used to the sound of his yelling that echoed in my […]

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THE WHITE ABAYA BY SARAH UDOH GROSSFURTHNER

Prologue… Moments later a fragment of stained, white fabric rose from the rubble. Limp and forlorn, it fluttered for a second in mid-air before rising up, again. Up and up, the lone piece of abaya climbed, alongside the red-splashed pole, where it was snagged, eventually, by the mangled remains of the electric wire. And there it came to rest, along with other unidentifiable debris.   […]

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