The Mother who Fed the Dark
Once, he heard Thando's voice call his name in a soft, pleading tone from the hallway.
When he turned the corner, Amahle was there.
Her eyes gleamed in the dark.
"Don't listen," she said, looking out calmly . "The dead are jealous."
The presence grew around Sipho as he got older.
It looked down on him from the corners, in reflections, from the little unoccupied place just behind his thoughts. When he began to dare to hope, really hope, something always happened : a sickness , an accident.Fear suddenly seized him in his chest, and his hands began to shake.
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