Fiction

THE LEAVES ARE FALLING

The leaves are falling. Like the mango tree doesn’t want them anymore, and they need to leave. They fall unevenly, a bunch a time, comrades in dismissal, sometimes one will fall, alone in its abandonment. They fall slowly, like even in rejection, they insist they’ll still leave dignified. They fall Read more…

By Victor, ago
Fiction

MINTS AND THE MISS

She smells good. So good i don’t think i’ll open the windows, just so her strawberry-scented perfume doesnt waft away. The excitement i have is not because of the unwatched, third season of ‘Scandal’ in my bag, but because she sat next to me. There were lots of empty spots Read more…

By Victor, ago
Fiction

KAMAA’S SAVIOR

The field is dusty, the effect of several weeks without rain, and the players running up and down are choking on the rising dust. A man in a cap stands away from the sweating group of adolescents, watching, and every few minutes, whistling and shouting instructions. He checks his watch, Read more…

By Victor, ago