tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11874529337825372992012-05-27T18:02:25.728+02:00StoryTimeStoryTime: Weekly Fiction by African Writers.Ivor W. Hartmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04747901380659798898noreply@blogger.comBlogger19111http://lh5.ggpht.com/_j4RoTOrrx9A/S0JgbDmWXrI/AAAAAAAAE8w/BrSkg-uipDQ/s800/STsmlW.jpgpublishyourstoryhttp://feedburner.google.comSubscribe with My Yahoo!Subscribe with NewsGatorSubscribe with My AOLSubscribe with BloglinesSubscribe with NetvibesSubscribe with GoogleSubscribe with PageflakesStoryTime: Weekly New Fiction by African Writerstag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187452933782537299.post-21983839593646734112012-05-27T16:41:00.000+02:002012-05-27T16:41:49.127+02:002012-05-27T16:41:49.127+02:00Customer No. 1 by Tinashe Chiurugwi The man was short and had a butt that couldn’t fit on the chair. He was sitting on the only chair in the sitting room — to the right of the door, between the fireplace and the open window. Noma felt she could tell how long he had been waiting from the thick air of impatience around his person. She had promised to come down to see him fifteen minutes earlier. He was to be her first customer.
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