Dead Roses

A short story

“Where were you when your phone was ringing?” He thundered the moment she stepped inside.

Obim…I…” Why was it this time that her tongue decided to cease?

“You what? You know what? I am done with your rubbish! You wayward creature. I don’t know where my mother picked you from but, …”

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Ebuka Nwafor

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Creative Writer sailing towards an Author • | I write basically on any thing that bothers and Ignite my mind •

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