Flash Fiction: Pardon the Nurture by Amarachukwu Nnoli
PARDON THE NURTURE “Hello? Mummy, kèdù? how’re you?” “Nne’m, I’m okay, àrù dí” “How is Father?” “Err…emm… O di mma, he is fine”
PARDON THE NURTURE “Hello? Mummy, kèdù? how’re you?” “Nne’m, I’m okay, àrù dí” “How is Father?” “Err…emm… O di mma, he is fine”
Open letter to you in a cartwheeling silence I know you’re lying in the bed that thorns your skin, Hewing your soul like