Ayub Mbugua

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“Gin without tonic” by Ayub Mbugua

Submitted to Contest #69

Olupayi is 35 years old and looks much taller than his 173cm, thanks to his lean frame. Had he been born in Las Vegas, he might have been a bantam weight boxing champion.  His face is a midnight hue that cracks to reveal an unlikely perfect set of white teeth when he smiles. Close up, one can see that his hands are calloused and his rough fingers bent. The veins on his sinewy forearms stand out like so many chords hidden under the deeply tanned African skin.  His face tells a few hundred stories, and the smile lines running down hi...

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“The Cloud On A Full Moon Night” by Ayub Mbugua

Submitted to Contest #65

A gentle breeze made the leaves high up the gigantic oak tree rustle, like a demon tried to pass between them stealthily.Up a huge fig tree not too far away, a disoriented dove cooed and was answered by the croak of a jack frog in the pond a few yards below.Janet first fancied the adventure of spending a full-moon night out here one cold angry night, after she had dumped Larry, her childhood sweetheart, so many months ago. She had sat on an old ant-scoured bench in one corner of this arboretum then, and wept the painful decision into accepta...

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“An Unlikely Bonus” by Ayub Mbugua

Submitted to Contest #64

An Unlikely Bonus The large, imposing, black metal gate was a statement of intimidation, quietly daring intrusion. A Kei Apple fence grew protectively around the property beyond, screening it from winds, dust and stray beings. Facing the gate was a town car, whose engine hummed inaudibly under the warm bonnet. The two occupants in it were clearly visible through the windshield, while the side windows were tinted. The driver came out and took deliberate steps to the gate, eased the metal flap covering the peephole, then put his hand thro...

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Author bio

I am from Kenya. I like to think of myself more as an observer of life than an active participant. I love human interest stories and I share mine too, for I believe that these stories are what make us human.