African Inscribed

  He was seven and well above his mother's claws, he used to think. Left the house whenever he liked and returned however he wanted. When news from the headquarters of a farm his mother works at got leaked, she knew her family was in danger. Few months ago, the terrorist attacks downtown had caused public unrest, a lot of lives had been wasted so immediately day broke, she prepared the kids and within some minutes, they were ready but her oldest son was out. They waited long hours for his return but he didn't. She took the rest of her kids to The Safe Place in the next town then hurried back home before sunset for him. He was home a minute before midnight looking rough and smelling dirty.  “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”, she yelled and he cackled, walking to his room, “You know you're wasting your time asking”  “Whatever. We are leaving this place. The Landlords of these shelters in the neighborhood are terrorists. I never knew until yesterday”, she sighed, “Upon the rent we paid...

  "Hey ... How are you?!" He exclaimed  the moment he stepped a foot into the room. She glared at him for about a minute then coldly replied "Fine." Ignoring the attitude she gave off, he busied himself on the kitchen counter; breaking eggs into a bowl and chopping carrots. He paused when he heard her hiss in the other room. Shrugging, he resumed the chore of whisking eggs.  Silently, she slipped into the kitchen "I want eggs too," she spat. "Such ignominious attitude" He complained with irritation and she jumped in on him. "Woah, Babe?!" He yelled, pushing her off. Stubbornly, she flinged her weight over him again, screaming. He pulled her off his body with great force and she met the tiled ground with a thud. Unrelenting, she roughly lunged herself against him but he was quick to run out, shutting and locking the door behind him. She furiously banged the door as hard as she could, howling profane words. "OPEN IT NOW!!" She a...