Biyi Bandele-Thomas

“How's the world treating you this morning?''Like a baby treats a diaper.”

“He coughed out the words, which took shape of his cigarette stained teeth turned into birds bereft of wing. He stammered the bloodied words into the palm of his hand, polished them into clearness with a stainless handkerchief, and gifted them with wings, and sent silence, where all words uttered in the universe, and in all languages on the planet, are stored for all time, or forgotten forever.”

“Oi sweetheart, is your mummy a thief?''No she's not.' she said, sucking her thumb to signal a temper tantrum.'Well, then, m'dear,' said the thief, 'who stole those diamonds and put them in your eyes?”

“As Ossie Jones crept out of his body and into the mist, his heart murmured till it was silent.”