Nortey Jr., Sam - Thumbwars [Avidbook, MF, Contemporary, New/Young Adult, Urban Fiction] Chapter Nine
The night blew a cool wind leaving my brow and eyelids heavy with fatigue. The sounds of the drum halted. The man behind the podium stopped talking.
Uncle Oti, Aunt Kokui, and I stood up. We moved to the right of the casket. The podium speaker stood next to Aunt Kokui. The eyes of those in the audience were no longer disparate and suspended in air. They now became part of faces, which became part of bodies. The bodies were now in a single file.
A person stood before me. His eyes were grief-ridden. His hand extended itself towards me. My hand instantly rose to meet his. They were so close that a child’s finger could find no refuge. A second or two elapsed. Then, I clenched his hand
