Lunchtime Stories

By Annemarie Musawale

collection of flash fiction to get you through your lunch break. These are four short stories were written for different prompts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Creativity Defined
• Release date: Nov 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781537830360

Annemarie Musawale

Annemarie is a prolific writer of multi-genre fiction. She began her career as a writer with a memoir focusing on the challenges of Single Motherhood. Her first finished novel, Child of Destiny, finished in the top 100 stories of the Kwani Manuscript Project. She went on to publish a prequel to that story, currently named In The Shadow of the Styx. After differing with the publisher, she took her power back and now self-publishes under Creativity Defined as both ebook and paperback. Annemarie is a self-actualized woman who chooses to be happy. She lives and writes in Nairobi, Kenya. 

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Bitch Better Have My Money

The ringing telephone woke her with a start. It was so loud and insistent.  She was used to the soft tones of Westlife on her cell phone.

Who kept these old-fashioned clonkers around anymore anyway?

The phone wasn't even a touch phone, but one of those old ones, which had to be at least thirty years old. The telephone was fitted with a Dial, Automatic, 21FA.  This had a number ring with black figures on an antique silver background and a transparent fingerplate.  The dial cord had spade-tags at one end for connection to the dial terminals and ring-tags at the other for connection to the telephone terminals.

Diana hadn't seen its type since she'd been no more than a tween. But now here she was, in Back Water Australia, on a sheep farm, unable to sleep for fear of some king cobra curling itself around her.  Confronted with the shrilly ringing contraption that used to be a communication device back when the earth was cooling.

She reached out hesitantly and picked it up.

’lo, she said sleepily, her voice rough and cracked with disuse.

There was no one else to talk to for miles.

Di! You’re still alive. That’s great. How’s it going? Andrew’s cheerful voice danced down the line, sharp and clear