Concluding part the famous inglorious sneakers. Enjoy…
An uneasy calm finally visited the raging storm. They nearly pegged their eyelids in place in a bid to defy sleep. Earlier, Papa stood there perplexed, if only stares could kill. He did not utter any word but, just shook his head as if trying to jerk up a part of his stiff body that is asleep when he left the room.
When the boys finally slept, they clustered like a pile of peeled bananas each one carrying the guilt of how whichever punishment would be meted out to whom.
It was breakfast time, but the table was graced by a lonely soul; Papa. Mum went to the boys’ room to knock on their door.
“Won’t you guys eat before you take off?”
She asked while scanning the room but gloom was the bold sign written all over the boys’ faces. She frowned her brows; a smirky expression on her…
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