Rain plummets in Nigeria, dropping in parallel lines from the roofs. I listen to the sound of the earth licking its lips while I wait for Tobe. He dashes through the downpour, his shock of dark hair is dotted with diamonds. Out of breath, he puffs a greeting and I thread my fingers through his, making the pattern on a zebra’s coat. As the tufts of his beard rake my chin, his lips consume me.
This 75-word vignette from my novel Mistrust first appeared on Paragraph Planet on 8 Febrary 2012.
the writer is a lonely hunter 
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