The night was a little too quiet for a place like Kalingalinga. There were no hooting car or cuss words poured into the air by a 12 year old boy. There was only rushing winds and dancing leaves. It made her anxious. She hadn't been here in ages but still. It couldn't possibly have changed this much could it? Or was there something about this particular night? Elina stared down at her tropicals covered in blood drops and splashes. Her nose was still running from when she somehow landed on the corner of the kitchen sink but in this moment she didn't feel any pain. Not any physical pain anyway. Just relief. Then the blood and urine rushing down her leg jolted her back into reality. How the fuck did she get here? And where was Morgan? Somehow finding the strength to run, she grabbed her hanging underwear from her ankles and headed straight for the nearest door. banging as hard as she could. The door came flying open and Taonga grabbed her hand. "Uganiza chani ku pango chongo so ntawi zino? Are you mad? What if my children heard you?". Elina was still pretty confused. "What happened T? Nili kuti?" Taonga let out a sarcastic laugh and asked her "Did you manage?" The words escaped through her short breaths "I... I ... do..." Then There was a loud thump. Something went flying through his chest and Morgan fell face first on Taonga's red and black Welcome Home rug. It was now 5:53 and the children had to be up in 7 minutes. Taonga exasperated. "Shit, I forgot to put the rug inside"
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Footsteps
Mystery / ThrillerElina is hiding something. Something that will unravel a whole chain of events and force secrets that were to be taken to the grave to resurface. How far will anyone go to get what they want and protect what they have?
