Going To Sleep

The burning in his lungs made him gasp. It was pain like he had never imagined possible. He tried to come up with a joke comparing it to labour pains. His neighbour would rip him a new one if she even sensed his thought process.

“Feminists…”

He smiled to himself through gritted teeth.

“Fucking feminists!”

He turned in the tunnel trying to find a better position. The pain shifted with his movement. His scream and simultaneous sneeze were drowned by the clap of thunder. He attempted to laugh at his situation. They would not weep for long. They had constantly warned him about the illicit brews.

The taste of blood filled his mouth as the rain begun to fall.

‘Pictory’ — A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.

Story — Shiko Ngure

Picture — Kimani Wandaka


Originally published at kimaniwandaka.wordpress.com on February 19, 2016.