IDENTITY TRAIL 2 (short story)

Read the first part of this story HereΒ  … I am Bobby and I am your son Mrs. Nwosu regained consciousness to see Bobby trying to support her falling frame β€œAre you okay?” he asked, as her senses came back rather slowly, the last of them being her vision. She breathed in pensively and slowly freed herself from his support She turned sharply, afraid to look her new son in the eyes. The feelings of wooziness finally filtered out of her senses, and immediately a thick apprehension occupied its space, causing her eyes to gradually widen in horror as the […]

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IDENTITY TRAIL (short story)

Bobby walked until he got to the door of the room. There he froze, took in the room for some brief moments and briskly marched straight to the mirror that was mounted on the wall opposite the entrance. Β He surveyed himself in the mirror before he picked up his black tie that lay carelessly on the drawer, and flung it across his shoulders in a move to begin knotting. Today was going to be a good day He skillfully began to twist the tie into a knot as he soliloquized instructions relating to the activities of the day, the florescent […]

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