Fiction

ORE Afternoons at their company was Ore’s favourite time of day. Maybe it was because there was the subconscious countdown to the end of the workday so everyone was feeling less pressured and more inclined to joke and linger in

BENJY The restaurant Elizabeth had picked was a quiet one. It was one of those ones that had booths thatprovided the guests with privacy. Benjy arrived twenty minutes early because he wanted to pick theright spot to have the conversation

DEJI DEJI“Daddy,” the sound was a whimper rousing Deji from the depths of his dreams.Deji forced his eyes open at his daughter’s voice. In the darkness, he couldn’t tell which one she was as they were still in the phase

ORE Ore waited on the doorstep. She had heard Susan’s voice from within after ringing the doorbell so sheknew her friend would eventually make it to the door. She had a basket of assorted goodies in her hand,a basket that

BENJY Benjy had been having the same nightmare for two days. Okay, technically it wasn’t a nightmare in thesense that there were no monsters chasing him through dark streets, but it was still valid as a nightmarebecause he often woke

DEJI Deji pulled up to the school gate just as his 3pm alarm rung. He turned the alarm off before he parkedthe car refusing to think about what it meant.Exiting the car, he took deep breaths. He needed to be

ORE “I’m just saying, you didn’t have to smile like that,” Ramsey said.Ore sighed quietly as she towelled her body dry. She wished she could stay a little longer in thebathroom, at least until Ramsey was out of his mood

BENJY Benjy glanced at his phone as it began to ring. He knew, without looking, who was on the other end of the line. He tapped the side button, silencing the phone, and turned his face back to his computer. 

DEJI Deji counted the bottles where she had hidden them in the back of the wardrobe. Five bottles. It was a reasonable number, considering that it could have been worse. It had been worse. She was making an effort, he

ORE Ore paused outside her brother’s door, taking a deep breath. She felt bad that she had lied to him, especially because he was the ‘better’ brother. Benjy was easy to talk to, and not judgmental like her eldest brother,