"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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Rose Heights, St. James Thu, Sept 16th 5:25 PM
AMNIJA KLARITY OTTOMAN ᴀᴍᴏʏ
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"Weh yaw run fa? Yuh come in' like dem bad Pitney deh!" I stopped, out of breath, hands pressing my knees as I stared down at him jogging at the bottom of the hill.
I had the syringe in my hand.
Him fraid a it.
I turned, and the laughter of the little kids by the road grew louder. I glanced back, seeing him climbin' up the hill.
"Him a come," a little girl pointed.
"Make him come man," I panted, pushing the zinc forward.
I walked inside, took a seat at his dining table, eyes locked on the outside, fingers drumming on the cold surface.
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Watch if mi nuh wul him dung and jook him!
Okay Miss Jooki–jam.
The zinc creaked, announcing his presence, I kept looking, then he came in my view, lingering on the steps, smart enough to keep a reasonable distance between us.
