(Hello everyone,
This is to notify you of a short story series that I’ll be updating you with. It is a factional story. By ‘Factional’, I mean a mix of ‘Facts’ and ‘Fiction’. Therefore, by implication the story is told from a real life experience with an artistic interpretation.
I intend to publish the entire story in three (3) parts or more. This is to allow you sink in the experience and probably share your thoughts on it.
I have carefully chosen the title ‘Darkness’ with a short logline “…a factional tale of a communal crisis, told by a victim – Seyon”)
It was 6a.m on a Monday morning. A typical work day of hectic routine. There are things that would happen ordinarily on a day like this; Some students struggle to fix up school assignments which were long over-due, others hide away one or two vital school material so that it will be almost impossible to make it down to school – these are the extremely lazy ones.
Anyways, I am not trying to report myself to you. I am only recounting what happens in my neighbourhood.
Another set of people involved in the Monday morning rush are the parents, wards and nannies who have to tidy up their schedules for a new week, which I believe is a vital part of some great organizational skills.
For me, a Monday morning is like every other morning where scents from dishes mix with those that have escaped from creams or perfumes and all try to get into my head at the same time. I am a student recently enrolled in a close-by secondary school, an action informed by the long distance between my house and my previous school.
This particular Monday was a different one because instead of a sweet fragrance which characterizes the rising-ups; the unpleasant smell of burning papers and plastics woke me up. I found my younger sister next to me trying to say something. I noticed that it was a bit smoky and pretty dark. She was crying already.
As confused as I was, I stood up from bed dragging her right behind me. We staggered to our parents’ room but could do nothing for the smoke had increased and we have to escape danger. I pulled her up, ran out of the apartment, and there we met answers to the questions we never asked.
There were hoodlums around the house. They had set part of our house on fire. I knelt down immediately, holding my sister watchfully.
“Please, spare us. Please” I cried.
(…to be continued shortly)