A TOUCH OF LIGHTNING

Lightning shot across the highway, the Thunder nipping at her heels. If she could just make it to the junction of CFAO and Cadbury, she would be safe. Suddenly, she screeched to a halt.  The Thunder, it appeared, was made up of more than the three boys that had been chasing her down Accra’s High Street: Two new members, having anticipated her direction, stood in front of the old Cadbury building, blocking off the most direct route to her home.

Lightning was trapped.

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THE LADY

“Ok,” I bite the bait, “ What is she like?”

“They say she wears all red.” she replies.

“Like blood?” I ask.

“Exactly. Especially her shoes: Blood red and high-heeled. And when you hear the cro…chiaa you know she’s coming.”

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