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What I Saw - #7
The consistent slamming of something hard on the ground jolted me awake from a deep slumber but my eyes remained closed. My ears caught little traces of a heated conversation, I could not decipher what it was about but it seemed like a war was about to begin. What war specifically, I couldn't say. I'm still trying to grasp what the situation is. What my situation is?
"What's going on?" Forcing my tightly closed eyes to open. I could see my cloudy vision clear up slowly.
I was as confused as the day, my father was telling a story after visiting the native doctor. It was like I was intoxicated by the strong drink concocted for me to drink. But I didn't even drink yesterday, after all the water that I had almost drowned in. I only ate the meat the beautiful lady gave me.
"Where is she anyway?" I looked arou
ayGaiusDear Reader, I'm so glad this chapter is the end of the short story- What I Saw. I'm glad you took some time to read through. Keep your hands crossed for the next one title Lyda. Till we read again, ayGaius.
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