ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY)

A Poetic Short Story

EPISODE 1

A child is crying out there, but no one seems to care as they all go about their business.

“Leave me alone” She screams as his hands move through her skirt.

“What are you doing? Stop it” She protests as she struggles to break free from this unfathomable act displayed by her so called big neighbour, Uncle Bee. She was to deliver the message sent by her mother, if only she knew, she never envisaged this.

She managed to break loose, held on to her ripped blouse and scampered for the door. Uncle Bee rushed after her. It was a rat chase...

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Comments

Fortune said…

Woww... Nice I can't wait to read the next episode

January 15, 2021 at 10:35 PM

Angel said…

Hmmm I do get scared of such themes sometimes

January 15, 2021 at 10:36 PM

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