The Mercedes was standing on its nose. Staring back at me through the windshield was the freshly resurfaced asphalt of the 3rd mainland bridge. Somewhere at the back of my mind, the thought registered, that normally, if I looked to my right I should be able to catch a glimpse of the only swimming pool at the University of Lagos.
I felt the equivalent of a mountain slamming into my butt, thighs and lower legs all at once, and my upper body swinging back into a vertical position. The highway was again spread out before me, and there was this blue sedan careening drunkenly right in front of the Mercedes. It’s tail end was right beneath the front bumper, as if it had shot out from beneath…. Continue reading
Categories: Lil Pieces of Fiction
Tags: death, deception, espionage, love, Mercedes-Benz, nightmare, Passion, post traumatic stress disorder, PTSD, trauma, University of Lagos
The account which follows is purely a work of fiction and so also are the characters in it. The author insists, despite all evidence to the contrary, that any resemblance to an actual event or individuals is pure coincidence. All that follows is entirely the product of my imagination 🙂
Nkechi is a lil crazy; I’ve always known this. But there are times when I wish she’d just keep her madness to herself. Like last night.
She isn’t exactly my girlfriend. Oh well, she kinda is. I mean, how do you describe a girl who says to you “I love you” with very erratic frequency, but steadfast consistency over the space of four years. Back when we were in school, she once whispered it in my ear while my parents were less than a foot away. Continue reading