Waking up to her baby’s cry, she stumbled on her crippled brother on the doorstep.
She shook him thrice, touched his neck, then covered her mouth. He was stiff.
“What part of ‘I don’t have’ don’t you understand, Zagwa? These days, I hardly find enough flour for my child’s porridge at the mills. Besides her, feeding an adult is a luxury I can’t afford,” she recalled yelling before shutting him out the previous night.
Read – Listening to the Wind – A Flash Fiction by Furstenberg Patricia, South Africa
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