Chapter 1: The Game-1
279 Words
Chapter 1: The Game
"Jide, come and help me with the tomato tins, abeg."
Somtoo heard a feminine voice call from; perhaps, the kitchen and it piqued his curiosity. Who was it? It was oddly familiar and awakened a self-conscious and self-defense sense in him.
Honor exhaled heavily, stood for a moment before he said to him, "Come in and make yourself comfortable. And be quick so you can close the door before mosquitoes take advantage."
Somtoo slid off his leather slippers, before he went into the room. He poked his head through first, peering after the door but by the time he realized what grave mistake he had made, the scent of stew had found its way into his nostrils invasively, leaving a low rumble and twist in its wake. He gently closed the door shut, before he got swallowed in the mass of Honor's sanctuary.
It was mysteriously terse and sharp and adorned with materials that seemed ordinary, aesthetic and still strange at the same time. An example was the large thin frameless mirror at the wall opposite the bed. It spanned from the ceiling to the floor, and had a width that Somtoo could almost, but not quite, caliberate with his two outstretched arms. Another thing was the light. It was neither a lamp, nor something as fancy as a chandelier, but some sort of SciFi-esque, yet simple fluorescent hollow rope or flexible tube that appeared to contain droplets of fine viscous liquid and tiny bulbs that lined the top of the walls, at the edge where they met the ceiling. It was bright enough for reading and yet it didn’t bring about eye it didn’t hurt the eyes in direct contact.
––––––––
- Writer
