A Collection of Short Stories
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TJ Benson Pretty Bird She pushed aside the tinge of fear and smiled at him as he shooed off the vulture and disappeared down the well. She was relearning trust. She pressed the jacket to her chest for strength. He came out from the well with everything they would need to create some semblance of a meal. They laughed over their failed culinary experiments and soon found themselves on the floor of the kitchen, in a mess of soft, over-boiled yam. By evening however, she had mastered the electrolysis cooking system he created. This was only possible because she chased him out of the kitchen. He stumbled out, giggling when she resorted to tickling. He distracted himself from distracting her, by cleaning her ankara print wrapper and his coat. When the moon was in the centre of the sky, she brought the food served in bent metal bowls and he brought their clothes. They dined in the hut, with only the moonlight for illumination, the partial darkness heightening their senses of taste as the protective numbness wore off from their tongues. Mashed yam. Crushed roasted groundnuts. Pepper and onion sauce. Then the door of the hut was smashed in, banishing the silence of the night. Five men in war armour circled them. They came in peace, they said from behind their glass masks. Why weren’t the two of them wearing any? Gas masks were required to adjust to the surrounding oxygen, since the metabolism satellite had been deactivated. He explained that they were not aware of that instruction; they had not left their compound since they moved in. The ex-soldier who had been speaking nodded. “New information has been discovered,” he bellowed through his mask. A human or a set of humans, probably environmental care fanatics, were responsible for the control of the machines. A team of scientists and programmers had cracked the code of the computer virus program that had overridden all telecommunication systems. It revealed that the machines were man-made, not alien, as they’d first believed. Had they noticed any strange behaviour 79
Pretty Bird TJ Benson in anyone they’d met since the war ended? Suspects would be those more adjusted to the situation, those with solutions and a lack of anxiety or fear. They may have preserved some things from before the war, maybe paintings or leaves. They would be extremely knowledgeable in post-war survival, for they must have spent years in training, preparing for it. He shook his head and said no. The men turned to her and repeated their question. Bile rose to the back of her throat. The phone, she said. “What?” he asked, taking her arm and rubbing gently. She returned his gaze. The phone. The seeds. The electrolysis. He screamed as the men electrocuted him into submission, the bluish light on of the moon illuminating her face, as she calmly stared at the food. He begged her to talk to them, to say something as they chained and dragged him away. She leaned on the door and stared at the moon instead, a hand on her stomach. TJ Benson is a creative photographer and short story writer wose prose have been featured in online journals like the Kalahari Review, African Hadithi, Munyori Review, the 14 th issue of the Sentinel literary magazine and anthologies like the Contemporary Literary Review India, Paragram ‘Remember’ anthology and more recently, the Jalada Afrofuture anthology and the 118 th issue of Transition. He is the founder of www.kaanem.com, a digital art space for expression among young people. He recently completed a collection of prose-poetry and parables titled ‘The devil’s Music’. His collection of photography and poetry titled ‘Self’ would be published in 2016 and is currently at work on a novel titled ‘the Madhouse’. 80 Tales from the Other Side
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TJ Benson<br />
Pretty Bird<br />
She pushed aside the tinge <strong>of</strong> fear and smiled at him as he shooed <strong>of</strong>f the vulture and<br />
disappeared down the well. She was relearning trust. She pressed the jacket to her chest for<br />
strength. He came out from the well with everything they would need to create some semblance<br />
<strong>of</strong> a meal. They laughed over their failed culinary experiments and soon found themselves<br />
on the floor <strong>of</strong> the kitchen, in a mess <strong>of</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t, over-boiled yam. By evening however, she had<br />
mastered the electrolysis cooking system he created. This was only possible because she<br />
chased him out <strong>of</strong> the kitchen. He stumbled out, giggling when she resorted to tickling. He<br />
distracted himself from distracting her, by cleaning her ankara print wrapper and his coat.<br />
When the moon was in the centre <strong>of</strong> the sky, she brought the food served in bent metal bowls<br />
and he brought their clothes. They dined in the hut, with only the moonlight for illumination, the<br />
partial darkness heightening their senses <strong>of</strong> taste as the protective numbness wore <strong>of</strong>f from<br />
their tongues. Mashed yam. Crushed roasted groundnuts. Pepper and onion sauce.<br />
Then the door <strong>of</strong> the hut was smashed in, banishing the silence <strong>of</strong> the night. Five men in war<br />
armour circled them. They came in peace, they said from behind their glass masks. Why<br />
weren’t the two <strong>of</strong> them wearing any? Gas masks were required to adjust to the surrounding<br />
oxygen, since the metabolism satellite had been deactivated. He explained that they were not<br />
aware <strong>of</strong> that instruction; they had not left their compound since they moved in. The ex-soldier<br />
who had been speaking nodded.<br />
“New information has been discovered,” he bellowed through his mask. A human or a set<br />
<strong>of</strong> humans, probably environmental care fanatics, were responsible for the control <strong>of</strong> the<br />
machines. A team <strong>of</strong> scientists and programmers had cracked the code <strong>of</strong> the computer virus<br />
program that had overridden all telecommunication systems. It revealed that the machines<br />
were man-made, not alien, as they’d first believed. Had they noticed any strange behaviour<br />
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