Touch My Heart. I Dare You

Hi people. Uju here, talking about… stuff, ***************************************** Remember Primary School? (presuming that none of you are still there). In primary school, there was always a wave created by any person who had a good handwriting. Most of us had only just begun to write, thus anyone whose handwriting was great must have inherited it…

Flash Fiction

The gray water reflected the profile of the couple on the boat. Her happy laughter drew him. The champagne, the hors d’oeuvres. Soon it changed. He kept on watching. He saw the nervous smiles, mostly on his face, the annoyed looking frowns; mostly on hers and eventually the sterling silver knife she pulled out from…