Must It All End in Violence?

Chapter Nine

For the next few days, Molly floated about in a detached state like a ghost in a haunted house. She hardly ate nor drank and stayed in bed draped in one of the silk gowns David had bought her. She did ask David a few questions and after he answered, she hmmed and floated away.

I Trust You

Chapter Eight

The moment she laid eyes on him she was smitten. Molly was drawn to David so strongly like he was a magnet and she was a measly piece of iron filing. When he looked at her, or in her general vicinity, she felt an unnatural heat. She thought about him constantly -how his teeth gleamed in the light when he smiled, how he smelled like sandalwood with a hint of citrus and sweat, how he fit in his clothes. At night she dreamt of him, of his strong arms wrapped around her, of his lips on hers.

Sabbath

Chapter Seven

Early on the morning of the 18th David Simiyu opened up La Bel for its first customers of the day – an elderly couple who owned a bookshop next door. The man was well into his sixties, his wife just a smidge younger, but they both looked as youthful as ever. They had an energy about them. And a secret. 

The Ferryman

Chapter Six

Danson Ngigi sat in his car and watched revellers walk into and out of the bar he was parked outside of. It was dark – almost midnight – and without the security lights of the establishment he doubted anyone could see their hand in front of their face.

Dear Diary

Chapter Five

April 17th, 2020

Dear Diary,

It has been an absolute joy having Molly around the house these past few days. The last time we had company… Well, that was a long time ago. I have been feeling lonely in this big house all by myself. The help is cordial but I can’t have conversations with them. Sure, I can call my friends… But are they still my friends after all this time? What would I say to them? Hi, I’m sorry to have shut myself from the world for the last few years, but enough about me, how are you?