One day, I was on my way to town and I met a thief who looked nothing like a thief, but then he pushed me down and pointed a knife to my neck ordering me to give him money, but of course I didn't want to give away my money. Not until he gave in and told me why he was robbing!
"My wife is very sick to death" he groanly said.
Regardless of everything that happened, I felt like I should help and so I gave him some money from my wallet and he left.
As I turned around thinking how he didn't hurt me, something was off about him, I couldn't flee the idea that I recognize his face from somewhere!
But then I remembered a picture my mother showed me when I was young, too bad that the man in the photo never knew that he got my mother pregnant after sleeping with her and dumping her! Then so not looking like a thief, thief was my father!
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Author:
Pacifique Niyitanga (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2021 00:38
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
Intriguing write Niyitanga.
Andy
It's a flash fiction, I'll share other parts soon.... thank you for reading.
Story or a truth???
Just a story...
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