MY PEN SPEAKS

FRIDAYS 10 AM
EPISODE 5

Slowly he tried to open his eyes and failed. He wasn't sure where he was and the migraine he felt was the only thing that assured him that he was still in the land of the living. Flashes and bits of his memory came back to him and he began to piece together what had happened. A protective charm he always carried in his pocket, which they had been warned against bringing, had slowed the effects of the ritual enough for him to escape. But not before he took a knife in the abdomen. He had stumbled on an interdistrict carriage and only alighted at the farthest District from Central District. He wasn't sure where he was now, but he didn't think he could stay much longer.
          He forced his eyes open, only to meet her questioning gaze.
          "Rose? "
          For all his effort, all that came out was a mumble which was met by a slight smile from her as he faded away into unconsciousness.

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          He came to a few hours later and was able to sit up slightly. He studied her from where he was. She was asleep on the couch across from him. She looked very worn out and he found it strangely alluring. The table beside him, filled with bloody balls of cotton wool and other medical instruments told the obvious tale of his rescue.
          She stirred after a moment and he found himself staring in the eyes of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and the person who saved his life.
          "How are you feeling?" She asked.
          "Alive, thanks to you." He continued after a moment's pause. "I'm really sorry for the trouble. I had no specific intention of winding up here. It's just, there was nowhere else."
          "No trouble taken, Mr? "
          "Emeka"
          "Hmm, I guessed as much. You're from the eastern city. Well, Mr Emeka, I would really like to know how you got so wounded. This nurse, also doubles as a Council Member and I can't be harboring a fugitive."
          "I really wish I could tell you, but I can't, I only wish you would trust me"
          The slight sigh he got, was the only confirmation that she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. 
Victory Okoyomoh, pen name - Victory Wrights is an Optometry Student at the University of Benin. A writer,  both prose and poetry, his works have been published in some anthologies and other websites.  He also run an instagram poetry account - @victory_wrights



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