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Kuzivashe Kudzerema

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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THE DUST SETTLES

Submitted to Contest #93

The dust had not even completely settled when the junior intermediates dragged the chief midwife from the dance arena. Her blood-curdling scream pierced the African night – the drummers halted their rhythmic poundings, the elderly women poring over calabashes of fermented maize drink, hwahwa, ignored the gourds that impatient young men of drinking age waved irritably in their ancient brown faces. Dancers, swishing and gyrating in decorated hides, mhapa neshashiko,–for it was a special occasion- had paused. The festivities had only just begun...

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Egerton Close

Submitted to Contest #92

He stepped off the bus and looked longingly after it, until it was but a speck in the distance. The raindrops carried a soothing pitter-patter to them as they landed on his umbrella. Their rhythm ill-matched the violent turmoil brewing inside him. He was in oblivion, and for that reason he did not immediately realize the clear, straight road ahead of him, one he presumed would take at least some time to find. “Egerton Close”, read the sign to the right of it. The Close seemed significantly more foreboding with each step he took to cross the ...

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Montgomery et al

Submitted to Contest #44

 (The following writing is based on real life events, or at least that’s what I assumed it went like.) Hugh Montgomery frowned. He pushed back his Pince-Nez eye glasses onto his nasal bridge and examined the objects strewn on the examination table. Hugh’s turtleneck felt like it was strangling him, so he loosened it around the neck. The heat from the Kentucky sunshine was blistering and he took out his pager; it was only eleven in the morning. Montgomery suddenly felt an irrational hate towards the sun. He was working for Christ’s ...

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