By Becky Spence
I sat by the lakeside, the sun glistened in the water as hippos glided through the light. Monkeys climbed in the trees as I sipped my drink. We came here each night, a sanctuary of serenity amongst the electric charge of political elections. Today the local news channels all said riots. Still we came to sit by the water, for our one drink together, that moment of calm. Except tonight you didn’t show and I knew you wouldn’t again. The college you taught at caught in gun fire, your body amongst the debris. We flew out that week, left you behind.
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