At a flash, police siren blared at earshot and the boys made for their Cadillac and fled with their tyres screeching as it swerved before they headed into the other side of the road and turned to the tunnel opposite and disappeared.Soon the police arrived at the scene being led by Mr. Biscuit - it had raced to their station to invite them over.Brian had his face down in his palms when the police and Mr. Biscuit came. The police searched around for the hoodlums before Brian told them they had escaped through the tunnel. They were also told that the hoodlums made away with his cash – Brian not aware his neighborhood identity card was also stolen. The police sympathized with him and promise to run to his aid whenever he was in anguish.They advised Brian against keeping gangsters because of gross gun violence that was the order of the day.When they left the scene Brian ran to his inner mirror and beheld his swollen cheek and black eyes he got from his oppressors. Mr. Biscuit, who h
Grandma was in the kitchen while her lawyer was well seated in the ball room flipping through some documents and pausing along the way to peruse through a few files. Grandma had invited him for the fifth time over her will but each time he came it would either be postponed or flopped by something.“I am getting you coffee,” said grandma from the kitchen. You are fond of taking wine whenever you come around. But today you are going to take coffee,” said grandma toddling to the lawyer to present to him a cup of Starbucks and returning to her seat. “What if I go to bed tonight and don’t see the twilight at dawn. I have been risking it all along; throwing my late husband’s advice to the wind, letting each day pass without writing our will.” She stirred her coffee, feeling a hairy tingle at her feet. When she peered at her feet, it was Mr. Biscuit waggling its tail and rubbing its body against her feet. “Mister,” she called stroking it on the brow. “Where is your master, Brian? Go and fet
Meyer pouted her lips and surged closer to have her first supply of kiss when Brian pulled back, and called it a day. She only stood, gaping at Brian as he walked out on her.Brian was back on his feet. His hospital bills were paid by Sia who used her tuition fee at school to offset the bills. She had ice on her shoulders, seeing his sparkling blooming self bounce back on track. At the improbable dinner which Sia hosted in his honor she took him down memory lane of his ill-health; how he had laid motionless as the dried sand at desert; the nonconforming number of drip that he exhausted. As she smiled cheek to cheek across the Chinese food, Honey Chilli Paner on the table, she narrated to Brian how the course of his ailment made her frail overnight, at a time when the doctor explained his chances of survival was diminutive she called it a lost course. Almost all her wee hours at dawn and dusk she frequented the hospital with get-well soon cards and flowers; being haunted by the tho
Brian stood across the lake on the lookout as the search party scavenged thoroughly. They were sweating profusely already because the search had lasted for over an hour now and there was nothing to show for it. Brian needed the tape which Mrs. Fanny discarded into the lake. Somewhat he had decided to get hold of the tape and sell it to some Mexican who traded on nude tapes - he heard the Mexican paid whooping sum of money for nude tapes and he was not going to be left out in this one. He encouraged the search party to search diligently because he was sure the tape was discarded into the lake. Some weeks ago, one of the boys in the search party suggested their effort would be futile since the lake was flowing and there was likelihood of being flushed away. Another suggested it could be stuck to a rock, another protested it could be buried into the bed of the lake and there was no access to that valley, considering the risk of doing so. The end
In one of the days Sia and her parents had gone out for shopping only to return to see their house messed up and invaded by smash-and-grab thieves. Furiously Mr. Fanny dialed 911 and police appeared promptly like lightning. They barricaded the place with do- not-cross strap and went in to behold the devil’s rearrangement. Their home was a total mess- the ball room and bedrooms were ransacked, chairs turned up and out of position, electronic gadgets were smashed on the floor, ‘window blinds’ pulled and destroyed so badly that they gained their ‘sight’, fire place filled with water that it might take them a couple of weeks to dry and use it again, kitchen was the pig’s bedroom- they unloaded all the food stuff from freezer and cupboard removed them from their bags and combined them together in the sink and left the tap runny some, pieces of beef , chicken and fish were littered on the floor and mouse were deposited to feast on them. All the cameras in the house were smashed and Sia’s
“You know we should not be doing this at school,” said Sia, still struggling with her panting from the quickie , and playing with the hem of her dress as she winked at Brian lustfully, before throwing her gaze through the windscreen to observe students dispersing home.“I know it is because of the smash- and-grab thieves that invaded your house.” She shook her head in concurrence, “Yes. My home is in shambles right now. Dad wants to upturn hell for these months of losses.” Her eyes became watery at once as tears weighed on it. “Who is after my family? What could be our sin? As tap-drop, came her tears.“Oh sweet cheese!” exclaimed Brian. Why the tears?” Brian took her in his arms, pecked her forehead and nursed her, “Crying for your enemies is not a sure way to win, trust me. Your family did nothing. Every cloud has a silver lining.""Everything is going to be fine. I breathe street and my nose is down for your family. As soon as I sniff these
“Oh geese,” Sia groaned, holding onto her waist, grinning and fetching the basket of apple cider and transferring them into the barns. She caught sight of a brown woolly shirt tucked at the corner. Dirt and cobweb had infested on it so badly that the brown coveted to dark brown. She surged close now, laid hold of the cloth; and breathed uneasily. The cloth was familiar as the sky that caked up there. He had always worn it during work hours.It was her late husband’s cloths she was done wailing even when she knew there was no stopping her as far as her late husband was concern. She sniffed, brought the clothes to her nostrils, shut her eyes and shook her head in a momentary imagination as she recalled the cloth vividly.It was the same cloth he wore when he made his last love to her- she had suspected his violent volcanic love making and wondered if actually he knew he was not going to return to her thighs; her once cold thighs that he had dominated and made warm; her broken hear
At mid day police siren blared and pulled over a semi detached duplex. Brian’s boss sprinted to his feet, paced to the window and beheld a band of police advancing to his house. Quickly as bat from hell he hurried his boys to tuck away their guns and gather anything drugs into the toilet and flushed before he answered the door.“Hello cops, I can’t remember dialing 911,” Said the boss dragging a hostile look at them.Inspector Fred gazed upon him from head to toe, “We have come for one Brian Rightman,” he said coldly combing the arena with his stare.“Ok I have one Brian but I am not sure if he is the right man for you,” he uttered to pass a joke but ended up laughing alone.“And you are?” inquired Fred, studying the tattoo that ran from his neck to arm.He added, “His uncle that beats his ass when he sucks,” he lied, “To what do I owe this visit?”Fred winked, “He is needed at the station for questioning. He has history of implication in a missing gold watch and tape. Your nephew ha