Hello guys.

This is a short story. Tell me what you think.


ICE
That night,his mother didn’t come home. He sat up for her,waiting and waiting,praying with each breathe he took. He did not know exactly why he was so afraid,but he knew something awful had befallen her and that was why she didn’t come home to get him dinner. He sat up and waited and after a while when he touched his face,he realised that he had been crying without being fully conscious of the fact. And still he couldn’t get up off the couch. He needed his mother. He spotted a face looking in through the holes in the window curtains and he knew that his waiting was over. Even before mama Ekele stepped into the room, and told him the news,he already knew. The tears that rolled soundlessly down his cheeks did not free him still from what could be described as a particular case of paralysis or brain shock. How would he survive alone,in this white man’s world without his mother to shield him? And at what point, would they realize that she had entered their country with a child and come for him too?
He sat there crying and when he opened his eyes again,it was morning.