She sat on the same chair as five months ago. Nothing has changed except the doctor’s glasses.
He asks what she wants.
“I’ve been dreaming” she complained.
“You need to stop” he said.
“But I see him every night, I see him smiling at me. He shares my bed. You, only you know my story” She said through her tears.
“He visited me last night” she added still in tears.
“He sleeps peacefully in the starry clouds. I wonder if he can forgive you. Your knife still comes engraved in red. RED! Blood of the unborn”
By Oluwasayofunmi Juba
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