Different Shades of Red
By Anita Wairimu I stood before a mirror; I could hardly recognize the woman who was staring back at me. She was withdrawn, drained, and her eyes were hollow. She…
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Different Shades of Red
By Anita Wairimu I stood before a mirror; I could hardly recognize the woman who was staring back at me. She was withdrawn, drained, and her eyes were hollow. She…
By Jane Gerald Thrice the number of times I had been to the club. Thrice the number of times I had seen her. Now on my third drink, my nerves…