Ghosts
By Ottih Onyedikachi
"We're not traveling again"
"Why?" came the response.
"I feel sick. I woke up feeling dizzy and feverish. I'll be risking it if I travel now"
"Hmmm ok." Call drops.
Something isn't right. She knew it. She could feel it in the way they talked, in the way she felt, and how awkward it suddenly felt when they were together. She sighed. "I love James. I don't know what's wrong." She stood up from the chair and made her way hazily downstairs. Her temperature getting really high. Reaching the stairs, she took slow steps down, she did not want to fall. Thinking as she went, " maybe he was expecting me to disappoint him? He sounded expectantly ready to receive the sad news. She was worried. She saw Mary and Mom sitting in the yard. They turned when they noticed her. " Are you okay? How do you feel now? Chai! Camp really dealt with my daughter. Come and sit here, let's call your dad." Mom kept busy immediately. It now seemed like she was tense and worried about me. Mary simply laughed that her spooky, witchy laughter. "Thank God you didn't die there o..... Laughter....... I told mummy that if those persons were not careful with you, that they would carry you home themselves...... More witchy laughter..... Why did you not die nah? Is it because I'm your next of kin and I also know where you hide your money in the house?..... Laughter..... Oluku! " Mom had joined in the laughter. And so had dad too." "Onye iberibe" he called her. He started making his way downstairs.
Later in the afternoon, She called him again.
"Where are you now?"
"I'm at Emeka's place?"
"Why? it was her turn to ask"
"Because I can't just go back home." He was angry. "I told everyone at home I was traveling. Packed my bags and came out of the compound. How do you expect me to go back home?" He kept on.
"Such foolish pride." She thought, but replied instead. "Can I come and see you? Just to see your face at least. please. " There was a pause on his side. He was hesitating. Finally, he said , "ok. Stop at Union Bank. Call me when you get there."
He was sitting down there, eyes glued on the phone. She alighted from the tricycle on spotting him. Crossed over to meet him. She felt that familiar tingle in her sides.
Smiled. He smiled back and they embraced.
"Hey!"
"Hi!" They were looking at each other now.
She still loved him. She was sure.
Cover Art:
Dibosa P.C. Marcel
Saturday, 22 December 2018
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Ghost (Short story) by Ottih Onyedikachi #Fiction #AkwaIbomCorpsMember #CreativeWritingSAED
Ghost (Short story) by Ottih Onyedikachi
Ghost (Short story) by Ottih Onyedikachi
Ghost (Short story) by Ottih Onyedikachi #Fiction #AkwaIbomCorpsMember #CreativeWritingSAED
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