Fatuma stood on the balcony of their big house overlooking her home town, admiring the simple life in her place of birth. She leaned forward over her knees, her long hair dropping upto her face. She didn’t want to waste time. She had to reckon.
She sat down and fedgitated backwards and forwards for a few moments. Think, think, think.
There was no hurry, she contemplated. She could think this through carefully, and then execute her plan with caution. Where was her mind when she needed it?
Stay focus, and think.
She took a breath and stood up, smoothing back her soft hair. Her face looked the same as before. She wasn’t any different now. She was the same Fatuma as an hour before, she reckoned.
Or maybe she was more?
She hit her leg. No blood though, but pain. There was maybe some pain. She wasn’t all that sure. Contemplating. She needed to do the reckoning. Slow, careful thinking.
She could see her hometown displayed before her eyes. Her eyes hovered over the only place in her heart. She didn’t feel anything. Was she supposed to feel something? Feelings were nasty little things but right now, she thought, right now she would expect at least something to pop up. Had she become that smart at pretending to be forgetful?
Through endurance, feelings could be placed neatly away in the annals of history. The tears no longer flowed. Anything that evoked bad memories, they stopped too. Everything that is a lifetime away ultimately disappeared and with time she was completely devoid of reaction. She had learnt the art of getting accustomed to things like this . She wondered what good it had done her.
In the end, he had just got animalistic. He didn’t like her silence. “No feedback”, he’d said. Feedback?
Her eyes hovered over the town again. There is no any development in the town today, but she could see people going about their things. Time to check.
She walked back to their living room, stopping just short,her own breathing deafening her. For a second she became unease, afraid of what she would encounter.
Breathe,Fatuma.
She openned the door to the living room, quickly. Like ripping off a plaster, she reckoned.
Confronted with the sight of the bare wall she gasped, her eyes wide with momentary panic, but it was short lived.
Thank God.
Her gorgeous eyes sweeping across the room, the magnificient living room and her heart rate and breathing began to slow again. No more panic. He’s still there.
She widened her eyes to look at his face. His facial expression,a frozen blend of surprise,horror and unfortunate scar she caused in the side of his skull. Fatuma, couldn’t help blurting out a giggle. He looked so ridiculous — eyes open and shocked. Lying there in a pool of half-washed-away blood.
She stared a bit longer. She wanted the image to get engraved in her mind.
“Never let it go down the drain,” she said.
Turning on the TV set, ready to watch her favourite programm — as well as thinking on how her plot will unfold in the morning.
She had a plan, now, but there was a lot to do before morning.
Morning.
The moment where freedom will finally engulfed her.
She sat down and fedgitated backwards and forwards for a few moments. Think, think, think.
There was no hurry, she contemplated. She could think this through carefully, and then execute her plan with caution. Where was her mind when she needed it?
Stay focus, and think.
She took a breath and stood up, smoothing back her soft hair. Her face looked the same as before. She wasn’t any different now. She was the same Fatuma as an hour before, she reckoned.
Or maybe she was more?
She hit her leg. No blood though, but pain. There was maybe some pain. She wasn’t all that sure. Contemplating. She needed to do the reckoning. Slow, careful thinking.
She could see her hometown displayed before her eyes. Her eyes hovered over the only place in her heart. She didn’t feel anything. Was she supposed to feel something? Feelings were nasty little things but right now, she thought, right now she would expect at least something to pop up. Had she become that smart at pretending to be forgetful?
Through endurance, feelings could be placed neatly away in the annals of history. The tears no longer flowed. Anything that evoked bad memories, they stopped too. Everything that is a lifetime away ultimately disappeared and with time she was completely devoid of reaction. She had learnt the art of getting accustomed to things like this . She wondered what good it had done her.
In the end, he had just got animalistic. He didn’t like her silence. “No feedback”, he’d said. Feedback?
Her eyes hovered over the town again. There is no any development in the town today, but she could see people going about their things. Time to check.
She walked back to their living room, stopping just short,her own breathing deafening her. For a second she became unease, afraid of what she would encounter.
Breathe,Fatuma.
She openned the door to the living room, quickly. Like ripping off a plaster, she reckoned.
Confronted with the sight of the bare wall she gasped, her eyes wide with momentary panic, but it was short lived.
Thank God.
Her gorgeous eyes sweeping across the room, the magnificient living room and her heart rate and breathing began to slow again. No more panic. He’s still there.
She widened her eyes to look at his face. His facial expression,a frozen blend of surprise,horror and unfortunate scar she caused in the side of his skull. Fatuma, couldn’t help blurting out a giggle. He looked so ridiculous — eyes open and shocked. Lying there in a pool of half-washed-away blood.
She stared a bit longer. She wanted the image to get engraved in her mind.
“Never let it go down the drain,” she said.
Turning on the TV set, ready to watch her favourite programm — as well as thinking on how her plot will unfold in the morning.
She had a plan, now, but there was a lot to do before morning.
Morning.
The moment where freedom will finally engulfed her.
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