Sally swayed from the weight of her khaki backpack. News of gorillas in the land of a thousand hills had left her gazing at the sky’s lamps for a fortnight.
Now standing in the heart of Africa, she wished for many things; fresh air from the wetlands, a cup of Joe and Igisafuria smelled like the perfect menu.
“What would you like to order?”
A waitress with the most beautifully broad forehead spoke through her immaculate crossbites. Her bright eyes flickering, marketing her dimpled cheeks and full blossom lips.
“Everything. I need a bit of everything.”
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Read – The Travelling Skull – A Flash Fiction by Tammy Quakers – Nigeria
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Thank you so much WSA I’m honored
You are welcome.
Can’t stop imagining while I read. That’s a nice use of ink we have here. More ink to your pen