fiction

The oil was too much, and Edna liked it. Each time she dipped the large metallic cooking spoon into the

Between the end of the rainy season and the beginning of harmattan in 2009, when snails came out in droves

It took a day too long for Mercy to realize she was dead. Time floated by, cinnamon dust in liquid,

Two men, a fridge, and a narrow entryway. The short, stocky man shouted commands from the bottom end of the