By John White
Aromas of frankincense and the warmth of a coffee cup helped me settle in my seat. The Entoto Mountains and burning pyres had stolen my breath, but hospitality and intrigue from strangers gave me comfort in unfamiliar surroundings.
My breath was taken once more when a confused figure approached, daring to gain eye contact. Hands reached towards me, with menace only coming from the clouds above.
I smiled, struggling to comprehend, and noticed feet gnarled by years of uncovered steps. After a time I walked away, but like the chains around his feet, it was an image too heavy to shake.
I like how it ends. The image that lingers. Thumbs up.
Very nice writing, packed with powerful imagery from word one to the last.