3.13 BTS

A woman with brown curly hair was cleaning the lunch meza, jedwali while looking at the clock on the ukuta every five seconds. Her husband was gone working. She still couldn’t believe it. How could he be so calm. “Don’t worry, Rachel, she’s with Derek. She called you, that means she’s learning to be responsible” Responsible, my ass, Rachel thought. Responsible would be coming nyumbani after school instead of hanging around with that boyfriend of hers. And could she really trust him? After all he was a seventeen mwaka old guy who probably did his thinking with his dick instead of his head. As...

Present Day
Jeremy was brushing his teeth when he saw Anna’s reflection in the mirror. He should have startled, but he just spit out the toothpaste and washed his mouth. “When I turn around you’ll be gone, won’t you?” he said. He saw Anna shrugging her shoulders. “You’ll never know if wewe don’t try” she said. Jeremy turned around and to his surprise Anna was still standing kwa the window-ledge. “How is this possible?” Jeremy asked. “How can wewe be standing there while I know you’re dead? I saw how they took you. And Damon alisema they killed you” Anna looked down. “Damon...