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  • JL Maikaho | Weight of Time | Flash Fiction

    JL Maikaho | Weight of Time | Flash Fiction

    We were the last to receive news of the attack. Mother was picking hibiscus for tea at the small garden behind our house while Labo and I roasted corn over an open fire in the courtyard. Our neighbour Aliza had rushed into our compound, wailing with the frustration of someone who bore bad news…