Dedicated to David and the people in his Country
"He looked at me, it was as if his eyes were blood red. She looked half drunk, a hunger in her eyes as if she wanted to devour me… right there!"
This story is about starting over, when the one you love pass away.
This story is dedicated to the friends I made on Typotic, especially:
Ejay, Sharmishtha and Samewriter, who allowed me to use their work.
Also to everyone else reading it, I hope you enjoy it!
it is about my birthday - 5 January
Dedicated to my Sister who passed away recently and my brother who had to say goodbye to his young wife
Do not judge, what you don’t know.
(this is dedicated to you Kgalalelo)
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