EJIMA
The voice sounded faint together with the tapping wings.
Uche paused in his wake. He was close to the door, some inches away, but he didn't reach for it again. Slowly, he turned behind and was glad when he saw the empty horizon. There was no voice, no wind, no sun or stars. Just the drizzle, the house, and the yellow petals of the flowers which were blooming…
Wait a second, this is not a flower. Uche held his breath as he plucked the plant.
It was a yellow mushroom, beautiful but for the red spot that caressed the body.
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