Meat Market and other very short Stories

Meat Market. She smiled happily as Baba sliced extra chunks of meat for her. "It is for Sallah,Omoye"  he explained through age-browned teeth. The other meat sellers looked on in envy. Baba's line grew every weekend while they barely sustained one customer. The weekend after, the white birds with yellow beaks were there. The meat sellers … Continue reading Meat Market and other very short Stories