Ludo entered a room. From a distance, she saw a round table. A voice called her to sit. She hesitated but another angry voice ordered her to sit down. As she walked to the table, she saw four people seated but couldn’t see their faces. She felt sweat on her forehead but couldn’t wipe it, her hands were suddenly tied. She looked at the figures in front of her but the moment she sat down, she stopped hearing their voices but could only see their heads move. There was a blood stained knife on the table. She felt something move behind her. She wanted to shout but couldn’t. One of the figures in front of her stood up and started walking to her. She felt something hairy on her shoulder. Her body was filled with goosebumps. She slowly moved her head to check it out and it was a tail. The figure coming towards her and picked the knife from the table. She heard a silent roar and knew there was an animal behind her; not just any animal but a vicious one. The animal lurked be

“So how was work mom?” Ludo asked Zamiwe. “Great my daughter,” Zamiwe smiled as she passed Joe a plate of veggies. “How about you dad? Business?” “So far, it's doing well,” Joe answered. “How was your day?” “It was fine. Boring for the most parts,” Ludo chuckled. “What did you do?” Zamiwe asked. “Nothing as usual. I just watched TV,” Ludo sighed. “I wanted to apologize for the way I talked to you two the other day.” “It’s okay sweetie, you apologized already. We saw the texts,” Zamiwe looked at Joe, smiling. “Yes baby, we saw them. And we are glad you felt bad about it. We weren’t upset with you; we were just worried,” Joe added. “I know. I’m s

Ludo’s phone rang. She looked at it and looked at Hunter. “Cut the call!” He ordered her. “It’s my mother!” Ludo yelled. Hunter’s forehead formed furrows. “What do you want with me?” Ludo reached for the door handle. “Just sit. Will you?” Ludo stopped fidgeting and sunk in the seat. “How do you know the Hamuumbus?” “Are you the eldest son?” Ludo asked. “Don’t ask me questions, answer me.” “I don’t really know them I just met them a few days ago. Did they send you? Tell Elise that I’m taking the soft copy.” Hunter looked at Ludo irritated. “Wait…. You just killed Mr. Jabula

Kate prepared Kent’s favorite meal. Last time she talked to him, he was happy at the prospects of finding a great writer. She made sure that she had everything ready. After being satisfied with what she had done, she took a bath and wore her beloved dress which she knew Kent loved. She went back in the kitchen and checked on the food warmers as if someone had entered to steal the food. She sat on the dining chair while busy looking at her phone. She had texted him earlier on and he said he was in the neighbourhood but it had been thirty minutes already. Knowing Kent, he had a tendency of talking to people especially when he reached the neighbourhood. She didn’t want to call him. She told herself to be patient. They had the whole night together. With all the work Kate had done, she was very tired. She got her sweater and rested her head on the dining table and fell asleep. An hour later, she woke up to no sign of Kent in the house. 

Kate was by her husband’s bedside. She had cried enough and was already feeling weak. She was glad he was still alive but not knowing when he would wake up broke her heart. She didn’t have much sleep, neither did she eat anything. Zamiwe came into the room and told her that there was a policeman looking for her. She declined saying she couldn’t talk to him or anyone else seeking information at the moment. “I told you everything. Just tell him what I said. There is nothing more,” Kate said exhausted. “Are you sure?” Zamiwe asked. “Yes.” “Ok.” “Thanks Zamiwe.” Kate knew Kent’s attack was no ordinary attack. Ever since he got Ludo’s manuscript, things had changed in their lives. Even though Kent didn’t tell her much, she noticed how nervous he had been. She was determ