Kim in the Garden of Eden

The Serpent slithered over to where Kim sat on a rock, naked, taking a selfie and preening herself.

The Blind Beggar - Flash fiction.

Beggars are a nuisance at any time: they are always there when you don't want them to be, obstructing your path and thrusting their alms bowls into your face. They usually come at you in a swarm, like flies congregating on cow dung: the blind, the deaf, the physically disabled and the-plain-just-beggars – and the pretenders who put on a Nollywood winning act to convince you there's something wrong with them when there isn't. Overwhelmed, you fight them off and send them on their way.

Dark Waters

It’s the pains of life: the incessant demands.
I can’t take anymore.
I am just a simple man and I do what I can do. But more is demanded of me, much more. Too much more. They put the demands of a hundred men on my head and I falter and fall under the load, the weight forces my neck down, my knees wobbling and my every step in life is laborious.

In The White House

    My father has always said we’re not Americans. Americans have presidents. We don’t. We were carted over here from a land far away and don’t know the way back, but we’re not Americans. Americans are white people or Red Indians or Hispanics. And only white people have a president in the White House.

Flash Fiction

Another Man

I normally come home late at night these days; not something I used to do. A change in my 

circumstances has brought about a change in my habits.

My wife is home, too, and despite the late hour she is not tucked up in bed fast asleep. In fact she’s very much awake; seated in front of her dresser mirror she’s applying her makeup and wearing one of her finest dresses.

Flash Fiction

My Heart Will Go On

I like the song ‘My Heart Will Go On’ from that film where everybody drowned. I think it was called ‘Titanic’ and the song was sung by Celine Dion.
I’m following my heart and I’m going to live with Ade.
People will probably say I’m too young to have a boyfriend let alone make the decision to spend the rest of my life with him.
I’m only ten years old and forever will be. An age when I should be playing with my dolls and friends and running away from boys who try to kiss me. I shouldn’t even being thinking of living with a boy till I'm much, much older. I should be thinking about going to school and passing my exams so I can go to a good secondary school and then go off to university to graduate into something that will get me a thing called a career. And then I can find a boyfriend, marry and become a mum like my mum.