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“Matatu Express” by S Fevre

Submitted to Contest #265

“Matatu, mtatu, mtatu! Join the Matatu Express for the special tour of the most vibrant city in East Africa!” Jinja, who arrived first, is in the front passenger seat snapping photos onto her insta post as the public minibus-turned tour van circles the junction outside one of Nairobi’s biggest supermarkets, looking for idling travellers or confused wannabe customers who have signed up online but cannot work out where the moving target for embarkation is located in the 3D dust-infused urban mayhem. Finally, the 14-seater matatu minibus parks ...

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“Up and coming” by S Fevre

Submitted to Contest #225

Adalia looks at her reflection on the laptop screen. Her dark eyes stare back at her, fused with the bear mother on the screensaver. That bear mother brings her strength every time. Her survival skills, her maternal power, her ability to get away from it all and hibernate through the depths of winter. This is her role model, her mentor, her nurturing mother (almae matres).She curls her long thick hair around her index finger and feels the soft strands strengthen as she pulls at them. She then settles her gaze on the cup of dark hot choc...

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“Seashore Lane” by S Fevre

Submitted to Contest #212

“40 by 60 centimetres, this one goes to orange; 4 by 2, blue. What do you think they packed in this one? Do they deliver jewellery by post now too?” marvels Maia, as she lobs the tiny, decorated cardboard packet to the container at the back of the holding room. “Who knows?” mutters Mitch. “Everything is considered urgent nowadays, probably a couple who decided to get married online at the last minute and needed a ring”. They continue sorting the cardboard boxes: a novel initiative to reduce paper waste from the incremental build-up of ca...

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“Astraphobia” by S Fevre

3.5 miles. 5 miles. I gotta keep going, keep going, I gotta keep going.Crash!Franklin leapt off the treadmill to dash under the couch. The lightning glared into every corner of the basement room. Franklin had carefully lit only the dim yellow lamp in the corner, letting himself believe that the thunder outside would disappear. But this latest flash brought home that the storm pounding since early evening was not over yet.He used to tear off the wallpaper, turn in circles in his room and stay awake for hours. Yet he would look back on it...

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“The making of Woman” by S Fevre

Submitted to Contest #204

I had had enough. It all started with Dior. The making of Woman.They thought that shooting daggers into women’s heels made sense for post-war emancipation. Stilettos became popular when stuck up French men decided that women were going too many places too fast. So they put out the stiletto. Literally, "short dagger with a thick blade," (Italian, stiletto, 1610s). There’s something ironically tragic about the technology for war machines – hardened steel – being applied to women’s feet; more specifically, the dagger under women’s heels. It is ...

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