Limping to the gate was all I could right now. "C'mon! Its only a few more metres to go" I mumble, encouraging myself to get to my final destination whilst wrapping an arm around waist hoping to stop or at least slow down the bleeding.
A couple of minute later I reach the intimidating building that I never really wished to ever have to see, knowing that me being here is a pure act of desperation. A matter of life and death.
I punch the buzzer of the gate. "How can I help?" A deceivingly timid voice came through the intercom. "I need to speak to James Kincaid" I say keeping it short,"who is asking?" Came the voice again. Feeling slightly dizzy and frustrated I answer "If he his here, tell him Joburg had burnt" before succumbing to the darkness before I can react to the buzzing of the gate opening.
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Joburg is Burnt
Short StoryA short story about misunderstanding, heartbreak, love, sex, healing all whilst keeping each other safe. This is my second story after failing at the my first one and any comments, help, guidance is welcome and appreciated!
