Dinner for Miles_Mother Tongue Eroded for A Journey_The Day We Met_Godly Conversations
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Dinner for Miles
Miles turned the menu over and rubbed the edges twice with his gnarled hands, trying to see if he could find more options or if additional pages were stuck together. Then he looked around the table to see if he missed a part, or if a family member took a page, and finally around the room for a Specials Board. Unfortunately, the menu consisted of a front page with appetizers, soups, and main entrees followed by a back page with desserts and drinks and no Specials Board appeared, no matter how much he willed it. Nothing on the menu looked appealing, nor sparked his interest, no matter how rich, ...
Mother Tongue Eroded for A Journey
Mike just came out of the arrival lounge of Port Harcourt International Airport. “Hey! Mike. You look good. Where have you been?” Jane quizzed as she descended the airport terminal steps.“I just arrived from UK. Eh! Jane, we are seeing again after so many years.” Mike hugged her warmly. “You haven’t changed Mike.” Jane said, examining his muscular frame while touching him. Mike smiled. “Ke kwanu ka ulo di?” “(How is your home?)”Jane asked him. Mike smiling said, “Everyone is doing well.” Jane rejoined Mike after collecting her bag at the baggage reclaim section. A taxi pulled in front of them....
The Day We Met
“If you don't get dressed immediately, we will be late,” she says. “Dress, please. Take your top.”He is not listening, he is still wearing his pajamas. He is all over the house, because that is what he does when it's about time to leave. He is driving two cars, and he also is www.onedoor.ccwriting a letter.“With a red pen,” he says. “A letter to you!”She is supposed to feel touched, but she doesn't.Mornings used to be slow and enjoyable. Now she regularly locks herself in a bathroom and sits there on the floor.“Put on your clothes,” she says louder.“I've only got two hands! I can't,” he cries out in a simi...
Godly Conversations
A miasma rested over the village, reeking of rot and decay, ominous in its permeability. Upon Wolder's broad set shoulders, responsibility weighed down heavily. He was to anticipate the most terrifying of possibilities as he stared into the mist over the sea. A civilization of mundane peace, generations who had never seen war, men who hadn't touched a blade their entire lives; now they all looked to him for protection."Chief." Damian had walked in behind him. In the distance, a conch sounded its wailing cry, announcing blood and death. Flickering lights, over the sea. The time had come. Wolder...