Borketey and I had been having an emotional affair for four years. What started during the lockdown in 2020 as a harmless chat between two long-time friends who rarely got in touch developed quickly into an emotional attachment. In all the four years of our “affair”, we had never had any sexual involvement, even though he knew I wouldn’t turn him down.
As Dorothy lay in his arms, unable to fall asleep because of the new things she had discovered, she concluded that the fairy tales had not done justice to the ending of their stories. She was definitely going to rewrite them with Duncan.
He looked into my eyes. I wished he would say the words I read in those brown eyes.
Mina looked at the pink baby in the bassinet near her bed. This was not her first child, yet the feeling was alien to her.
Every time I look at him, I recall how close we were to losing him this year and thank God for him. We could say buoyancy kept him afloat till his father got to the well, but who taught him to hang onto a plank to keep him above water? Who taught him to stay calm and keep his head above the cold water?
The sun streamed into the room, hitting Japheth squarely on his face. Since when did the sun get to his bedroom so brilliantly? Then he felt it – no, her.
But that scar… I couldn’t bring myself to look at it yet. In fact, I couldn’t bring myself to look at Tabitha in the same way ever again. I felt so betrayed by that scar!
This was my first pregnancy and it had taught me a lot of interesting things, the last of which has changed my perspective about having children forever. I had a smooth pregnancy: I mean, no morning sickness, no loss of appetite, no crazy cravings, I had that pregnancy glow which made many people compliment me every time. I was strong; I could walk the distance and carry loads that were safe for pregnancy. I only went to the hospital when my antenatal visit was due.
It was the day after the heavy rains. The sun seemed cheerful in the blue sky, the clouds – a scattering of white and grey columns – floated lazily across the sky. It was a lazy day; even the wind blew lazily. Marcus Smith brought out his plastic chair and went straight to the summer
Melissa stared at the image in her inbox. It was a wedding invitation: of David and a woman named Catherine. She was not surprised that he was getting married; far from that. She was, however, surprised that she felt hurt and betrayed. She could feel her heart ripping apart the longer she stared at the
