Flash Fiction
Many will watch us dance
Dance without music
And oh will they be amused
For the beautiful sound cometh from within
Ajibike Oyinda
“Aunty you forgot your purse!” I called out to the lady leaving my mother’s stall.
She didn’t look back however, she kept on walking. I raced after her, mother’s daily reminder of honesty ringing at the back of my head.
She climbed into the back of a van down the road. I followed.
“Aunty you forgot your…”
Hands reached out and pushed me into the van. A hanky went over my mouth. I screamed, thrashing from side to side. Then I rolled over and fell off my chair. The other students burst into laughter.
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