“Mother Enoku, please grant as safe passage. And if either of us or our relative has sinned, don’t hold it against us…”
The boatman jiggled the fare of two cowries before setting out. Akuela asked Okumale why they were on this journey. Before he could answer, the river became tempestuous. Fickle Enoku was at it again.
They saw the log too late. It smashed into the boat, capsizing it immediately and hitting Akuela on the head. She resurfaced, gulping for air and beating the water frantically. When she submerged again, there was a flickering of bright light followed by darkness.
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Dear Kwadwo,
Drat. This is a distressing turn of events. Again, I’m left hanging. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
Stunningly written.
Thanks Lisarey.
Oh my, all those bright city lights sure do fit this experience. Poor girl 😦
Sounds like she came to her mortal end. Different take on the prompt.
Thank you, Fatima. 🙂
Sounds like Akuela’s been taken after all.
True. 🙂