Sorry, there won’t be “We Are Not Cursed” today. I have been sick (malaria fever) for the past few days, so couldn’t write 😦
But … I’m OK now and have some catch up to make 😎
Since there is nothing new in the queue, I’ve decided to share this old story of mine with you. Enjoy…
PS: The serial returns next week.
This is one of the few stories I wrote last year. I admit it was fun. But it was also out of my comfort zone (for obvious reasons that you’ll find within). The story is…long. Enjoy and please feel free to share you thoughts with me.
WHERE IS DADDY?
Two men in green uniforms were standing outside our home when Mummy opened the front door. They smiled warmly, said theirs greetings, then asked if they could come in. Mummy’s eyes took in the living room and hallway, briefly, before she agreed. Both men walked in with quiet, calculated steps, their black caps tucked under their arms. Those caps…they were the same ones I had seen some military men wearing a few days ago on TV. Since Mummy had decided to let them in, I wanted to believe there was more to their visit. After all, we were eagerly expecting…
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