YEMILA’S TRIGON- BEST FLASH FICTION

YEMILA’S TRIGON – BEST FLASH FICTION…..

“Let her be killed”, the men raged. “Toss her body to the dogs”, others ranted.

Yemila paid them no mind. She was vindicated within her especially as she recalled tearing him up with her teeth.

“I will do it again”, she laughed like a tired hunter’s dog. “My sister was raped and killed by these so called community boys but where were you lot then”?

“Be quiet”, her old father struck her with his stick. “Do not murmur when guilty”?

The people were marvelled at what just transpired. Pa Ramsey was the oldest man in the community and despite knowing that his last daughter would be killed in front of him, he chose that she end the fleeting breath in silence.

“Words!”, He muttered to himself. “They hold no base in this generation.”

Yemila wanted to cry but as saliva mixed with blood in her mouth, she remembered the three choices she should have made.

It all happened in twinkling of an eye. She was already face to face with the handsome fellow who raped a fourteen year old to stupor. Her father knew him as the paper boy and everyone in the community called him such.

“Yemila”, Fogowe touched her thighs. “What happened with Jasmine was a mistake.”

At that point she found his confession baseless. There was nothing on Earth that could save him from the little blade she hid behind her black skirt.

“Charms”, it occured to her. She would have gone diabolical. It was a sure way people deal with their nemeses but then her father was against them.

“Karma”, another thought drew her back to her senses. This would work too if God was the better option. She undoubtedly believed that if the creator was there, her mother and sister wouldn’t have left the world through unforseen circumstances.

“We’re not unlucky”, Pa Ramsey used to say. “We are just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Murder”, the last thought swam through her blood vessels like a flood. At this point her father’s words drowned I them just like flour through a sieve.

“Yemila”, he called to her. “Hope you’re hearing me”?

“Very well Pa”, she lied but it was already written in stone.

“I will murder Fogowe”, she gnashed her teeth. “And just like he did my sister, I would tear up his flesh.”

Was she wrong to have hidden the confession? Why didn’t she let it all out?

“Yemila”, the paper boy pounced on her. “Where did you go”?

“Nowhere Fogo!”……. as she usually called him. “Learn to understand that a woman had alot of needs.”

“Fair enough”, he quickly switched to kissing her neck. “Let me keep you at ease.”

“Walk away”, her hands with the blade trembled. “There is no good in killing what’s already dead.”

“Shut up”, she whispered aloud.

“Excuse me!”, Fogowe pulled away looking back and forth like she saw someone else.

“Yemila are you okay”?, his heart beat tripled.

“Continue”, her eyes grew red. “It’s just that I’m new to this.”

Fogowe licked his lips like he had seen a dish served on a platter. She went for tongue kiss this time and of course he tasted like blood.

“You should have ended him from afar”, another coarse voice tore through her right ear. “That way the maggots you so seek would end him while he sleeps carelessly in the moonlight.”

“No”, she whispered again. Charms were too risky and besides they needed faith to work.

“No charms”, she shut her eyes.

“Yemila stop talking in my mouth”, Fogowe laid her down. He started to touch her,…. the fear she exercised from the beginning.

“He is deep into you, strike now and to the throat!”, she heard the order clearly.

“Pa”, she screamed as the blade cut through flesh so randomly.

“Yemila”, Fogowe held his neck tightly. He was struggling to move away from the other corner of the abandoned car he prepared for their first sex but all to no avail.

“No!”, he tried again and again but there she was, …..the predator about to make another strike.

“Stay away from me Yemila”, he started to cry.

The blood gushed profusely and the more he talked the more he choked on his own breath.

“Fogo”, she went closer with the blade firmly in her right hand.

“St…stay away”, the former began loosing grip on the door handle.

“I’m sorry”, she closed her eyes tearing off rapidly his left hand which was the last line of defense.

“I didn’t….I didn’t rape your sister”, he cried miserably.

“You’re a condemned liar Fogo”, she overpowered him piercing more into that injured neck wound.

Her conviction this time was that he confessed to the crime. She heard and processed it word for word.

“You’re a liar”, she kept yelling even when his hands fell to her knees.

The poor boy had no help and even if he did at that point, onlookers wanted to make sure it wasn’t an ardent lover’s quarrel.

“Yemila”, someone caught a grasp of her dyed hair. The blood on her clothes were enough evidence as three more farmers stormed towards her.

“Isn’t that Pa Ramsey’s daughter”?, another quickly went around grabbing her waist before she finally succumbed.

“Gods of the land”,a fourth dragged Fogo’s dead body from the truck.

Like I said, it all happened so suddenly and even when she still proved adamant, the voice struck her like pins to the brain.

“One of my twin paper boys is dead”, the man folded his hands in awe.

“That must be their father”, Yemila prayed for the ground to swallow her up. She had inadvertently killed the wrong twin and with such unforgettable moments he walked away saying not a word to anyone.

“You are not unlucky” Pa Ramsey said once again to her as she was sentenced to death by stoning. “You are just in the wrong place Yemila….. and at the wrong time.”

She spat before the man that raised her knowing fully well that she would go for the real murderer of her sister if released.

“I regret nothing”, she turned to the disappointed faces of everyone.

“I don’t care how many times I have to reincarnate to do this but until he is dead, I shall have no peace.”

“So shall it be”, Pa Ramsey spat beside his wooden stool as he grabbed the first stone.

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