It Begins with One Murder – 4

4  The hospital room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of monitors and the occasional flicker of fluorescent light from the hallway. Fiona lay in the bed, her breathing steadier now, her bruises cleaned and dressed. A nurse adjusted her IV while her mother sat at her side, whispering something gentle and...

It Begins with One Murder – 3

3  Kaley sat stiffly in the plastic chair, the reception of the police station humming with quiet chaos, phones ringing, officers passing through, the scent of stale sweat and damp paper hanging in the air.  She looked up as Inspector Wamako entered the hall, his shirt damp from the rain outside. Without hesitation, she stood and walked toward him. ...

It Begins with One Murder – 2

2  The hotel lobby was quieter now, but the tension hadn’t lifted. Kaley and Bunmi sat on a low couch near the concierge desk, speaking in hushed tones while the others lingered nearby, pretending not to listen.  Kaley leaned in. “Do you remember anything about the guy Fiona left with?”  Bunmi frowned, rubbing her temples. “Tall....

It Begins with One Murder – 1

It Begins with One Murder by Ray Anyasi Synopsis In It Begins with One Murder, a seemingly joyous bachelorette party spirals into a chilling murder mystery that unearths long-buried secrets, bitter rivalries, and the dark underbelly of privilege and power. Kaley Attah, a UK-based architect, returns to Nigeria for the first time in nearly a decade to serve as a...

Ifenna’s Diaries – 3

3  It’s Monday morning and I was determined to have a better week; not getting on peoples’ nerves . After a double period of Maths clasess; there was a free period, I decided to go to the library so I won’t be forced into any unhealthy conversation. When I got back from the library...

Ifenna’s Diaries – 2

2   “Ifenna, get up from that bed or you’ll be late for school.” It was my mum again, waking me up for the umpteenth time. I rolled over and ignored her, the worry on her voice irritated me. I wished she would just go away. I checked the time, it was 7:00 am, and...

No Fresh Starts – 6

Lines Crossed   The knock came at exactly seven.  Sophie had spent the last hour rearranging her apartment, hiding the single wineglass by the sink, fluffing the pillows on her couch, adjusting the lighting to something professional. Not romantic. Definitely not romantic.  Before she went to the door, she stood by her bed and took...

No Fresh Starts – 5

Dinner was Mark’s idea.  “Least I can do after dragging you around all afternoon,” he said, holding the door of a dimly lit Italian bistro open for her.  Sophie hesitated, then stepped inside. One meal. Still professional.  They ordered. Spaghetti Amatriciana Pasta for her, steak for him, and for a while, they talked about...

No Fresh Starts – 4

Close Quarters  The real estate office was sleek and modern, all glass walls and polished concrete floors. Exactly the kind of place that made Sophie feel like she should be holding a green juice instead of her half-empty coffee cup.  Mark was already inside, leaning over the agent’s desk, pointing at something on a...

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