Flash Fiction

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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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