Love Stories: Tag – Julie Masiga
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Short Stories
Four White Walls
I laughed. It wasn’t a belly laugh. It was a laugh that was expected of me. That’s what we did in those days, Goi and I. When I came to rest on her skin I turned brown. When she landed on mine, she turned black. Two well-meaning but ill-advised chameleons, mirroring each other’s emotions so thoroughly that in the end we gave life to a third party - a nusu nusu. The half-and-half who laughed. Even when it was not appropriate. That morning, I laughed our nusu nusu laugh.
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