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The Kettle Knows
My mother measured grief in kettles. One for the news, one for the neighbours, one for the long quiet after.
Ada Nwosu · 2 min · 1,284
Harmattan, 6:04am
The dust came in under the door like a rumour. By morning everything we owned had the same colour as everything else.
Tobi Alade · 1 min · 402
Instructions for the Small Hours
Do not turn on the big light. Boil water even if you will not drink it. Let the house think someone is awake on purpose.
Mira Sen · 3 min · 3,110