Am sitted at a huduma centre waiting for NHIF card renewal. All the while I feel like someone is looking at me. I look up and find a pair of merry spectacled eyes looking at me , they look so alive and they look down. I also look down but two minutes later I look up and I find them again looking at me . This is interesting I think but a second later I remember I have scars on my face and I am wondering , have they gotten that bad ? Quietly I hope that what you are staring at is my eyes but then I remember even beneath that too is an expression from an empty crushed soul and I wouldn't want you to see that either. I hope that what you see is a beautiful face . I look up and I see my ticket number on a different cashier lane . I guess I will never know what had caused that I intense look that I won't forget from a face that would never normally even notice mine .
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Inbred Fire
RandomA young girl tries to understand who she is when she finds herself having feelings that she does not understand. As she tries to make light of them she comes up with these few short stories some in poetic form while others are just plain stories on...
