Wooden barrels filled with booze stationed one above the other each walled on the sides within the rectangle timber structure, open on the circular ends one faced the wall the other a cork plugged its hole on the free side. “Give me two Greshis.” The sheriff ordered, Braul also known within these parts as the sheriff, born elsewhere where they wore tight leggings with tall leather boots a metal extension on the heels, a hat with a nice stick like shape poking from the center, Braul settled on these parts of the country on a different continent from his. “We use these to round up those hot-headed bulls.” He praised, in his hand a rope, a thinner bleached like kind of rope, it was much lighter yet the strongest they could measure with, it had few crisps and a rough surface so its grip was assured while reducing needle like stabs. “In our parts every man who managed to cage those beasts of muscle had this scar as their medals to journey with their entire lives.” He claimed, pulling his s

It’s been a week since her sin was brought to the light, “Line busy, Ding!” again and again every time she called, she had come to her senses figured how disastrous her deeds were. That fateful day her hubby walked in on her ripping what they built in shreds, he kicked her out and left her stranded with no place to go, she hadn’t earned enough to sustain her accommodation in a lodge nor enough to sustain her feeding. “Can I come with you?” she begged, the young lad shook to the core was in relief he escaped with his life for most men went to the extreme of ending the lives of his kind, “I don’t think so! Your man kicked you out if you come with me he will kill me! No, I can’t I’m sorry.” He apologized. Was it the lad’s fault he was forced to save his skin and leave her out in the cold, “Hey open up! I helped you and now you leave me! I said open up!” she screamed, constantly she banged his car window begging him to take her along. “Don’t you leave! You b***h don’t you leave me!” she s

Her fingers thoroughly canvased her purse, she dipped in each pocket but still she couldn’t find them, “Where are those damn keys!” she cursed. After her meetup with Tony Abigail walked straight home thinking on whether she made the right call or not, however it was at the door did she realize she couldn’t find her keys. Normally the kyes were at the bottom of her purse after the tissues, napkins and other necessities, but today they weren’t there, desperate and stressed Abigail poured down the purse contents. She squatted with her legs closed and brushed over all her quantities, once, twice, she repeatedly brushed till she confronted the truth that she lost her keys. Affirmed of her suspicions she packed all that she poured back in and pulled out her phone, she went straight to her contacts and on the search bar she keyed the contact “Sis”, the named contact appeared which she clicked, she then placed the phone’s microphone piece on her ear as the call rang, rang, and rang.On the

She watched as she disappeared within the crowd before she called her cab. “Where to Miss?” the cab driver asked, “Kang’s enterprise.” She informed, the driver keyed in the coordinates in the GPS screen on the dashboard and he drove off. It took about an hour before she was at her company’s premises, after paying the cab driver his needed amount she began the walk inside the building. As her flats traversed the ground floor she greeted the receptionist with a fake smile as she headed for the elevator. Patiently she waited for the elevator doors to open, she had a lovely time with her girl pal Angel but now she was left to ponder her greatest fear. “Ding!”, the elevator doors opened, she walked in and the reflective side by side walls mirrored her reflection, she brushed her purse higher before clicking her floor number. A minute or so later the elevator doors closed and up it went with her inside. Ten minutes elapsed and she was settled in her office, placing her purse on the far edg

His eyes glimpsed and his lashes flashed as he woke up that early morning, “Its 6:30”, he whispered brushing his eyes with his palms. He scanned the master bedroom and stared at the hanging chandelier, he sighed out heavily and rose slightly leaning on the bed’s edge. Sam was discharged early the previous day and his wife happily brought him home where he has slept for the past twelve hours. The white thick sheets were cozy on his feet while his vest warmed his chest, his wife however, was fully tucked for she had much lighter clothing and was still asleep. Calmly he brushed the covers over to his wife and placed his legs on the tiled floor, he walked to the window and pulled the curtains open. The orange yellow horizon was magnificent and the artistic brushes of the clouds was a beauty, Sam opened the windows and the immediate smooth cold breeze kissed his face and the melodies of the birds perked on his garden trees echoed in his drums. Amidst his state he was unaware of the ambush