Glory be Mercy (4)
The oil was too much, and Edna liked it. Each time she dipped the large metallic cooking spoon into the
Glory be Mercy (3)
Between the end of the rainy season and the beginning of harmattan in 2009, when snails came out in droves
Glory be Mercy (2)
It took a day too long for Mercy to realize she was dead. Time floated by, cinnamon dust in liquid,
Glory be Mercy (1)
Two men, a fridge, and a narrow entryway. The short, stocky man shouted commands from the bottom end of the