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Christmas Canoe Escape To Amawbia
The real-time escape of a would-be scammer began on Christmas Eve. (Names changed to protect the innocent under threat of death.)Two AM, December 29, 2022, in the darkest snake-filled bush in Nigeria, a would-be scammer fled for his life from his worst mistake. Chijoke had lived in the bush alone since he was ten. At fourteen, just weeks ago, he had joined one of the most expansive gangs in the region. Chijoke moved stealthily through the bush till he reached a path and took off at an all-out run. If he could get to the river, he might escape death's grasp. Death slept snoring in the shadows. ...
French Women Always Know What to Say
French Women Always Know What to SayI was Hemingway-crazed in those days. Freshly minted porce decree: quit claim deed; unemployment under review, but today was a sunny day. Lifted a tulip from the tall, generous vase by the geraniums at Eglantine Fleurs. Around the corner strafed every kiosk for an English printing of Moveable Feast. La Nef des Fous was wedged onto rue Ste-Cwww.onedoor.ccroix-de-la-Bretonnerie at the edge of the Marais, my adopted arrondissement. Little wonder every book was French; salty irony it’s a love boutique today. I assigned myself, unfettered, to a footstool in the corner with a F...
The Forbidden Weapons
Humans are funny creatures. They cannot seem to decide upon their role. Are they predators? Are they prey? Do they serve us, or oppose us? Entertain, or annoy? Worship, or fear?The ones in front of me are attempting to be all of them at once, it seems.I utter a low growl of annoyance, causing the gathered humans to shriek and cower.Humans cower very loudly, which is strange. Cowering, if it must be done at all, should be done silently. Instead, they moan, and whimper, and flail their limbs about. It would be hard not to find them “hiding” thusly.Still, it is somewhat gratifying to witness the...
A New Awaiting
The wind rushes through my red hair. “You’re all set here, miss.” he says with an outreaching hand. It felt nice and warm compared to my shaky hand. Maybe that was because my anxiety is through the roof. Anyhow, I hop out of the car with my purse in tow. “Will you be back in time?” I ask the limo driver as the car door was slammed shut. He nods “Of course. At 10 pm as promised.”With that, the driver tips his hat before the limo speeds way into the night. I pulled out my phone from my pocket. The screen flashes with the time on the lock screen. 8:00 pm. It says. I sigh in relief. I made it with...