Coming out this week on Amazon and Smashwords is a new story: 'The Trauma of Edna Akabusi'. Publication is later than planned, due to production delays. The buck stops with me, so my apologies! :)
Here's a synopsis: "Edna Akabusi woke up gasping for air. A shooting pain stabbed her chest and she feared she was going to die.
Any normal person would have called an ambulance. But that night, Edna Akabusi had more important considerations.
The flat was untidy, her hair needed attending to and her nails were a mess.
Death could wait."
Here's a brief excerpt:
Edna Ngozi Akabusi woke with a start, terror turning her delicate features into a fright mask.
A faceless man had been stabbing her repeatedly with a evil-looking knife. The pain was unbearable; unimaginable.
Hot tears stung her eyes and her slight body jerked and trembled with each violent thrust of the blade.
Edna's arms flailed about wildly, trying to defend herself against her assailant. Her polished fingers raked the air, hoping to connect with something; anything to escape the torture.
She lashed out again and again, but there was no resistance, just warm, empty air.
Her mind raced with fear and confusion as she scanned the murky darkness of her room.
The harsh glare of a streetlight filtered through her curtain, creating an eerie, dappled blue glow.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized there was nobody there.
The only movement was the silhouette of the dancing shadows of the tree outside her window.
Branches took on a fantastical array of shapes, morphing and twisting against a gentle nighttime breeze.
The room was deathly silent, save for the sound of her laboured breathing and the pneumatic thump
of an erratic heartbeat.
It was a bad dream.
It was just a nightmare.