Annus Horribilis

she said I might not have the Rover, but I’ve got the range! and he conceded the point, kissed her, and said they had to be serious, like serious-serious, not like all the other couples who weren’t (apparently unaware that, eventually, everyone becomes what they judge), he whispered, disguising his fear in humour while signing the proclamation of love: Imma love you from the skinny cock’s crow until the fat lady sings!

Rémy Ngamije, Annus Horribilis.

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