When We Crashed

by Sbusiso Mnguni

They flogged us with grating vulgarity from every corner we turned. We sneered at them of course, humping our palms as if a codicil that would deter the pessimists away. We clucked our tongues and spat on their faces, those good-for-nothing broken stumps, we sniggered. They threw all kinds of remarks at us, they refused to let us be, kept portending to some crash. We had soon learned to slug the remarks, heaved them to the wind where all flailing things wavered and crashed. We were in love, until the inevitable, silent crash.

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Sbusiso Mnguni is a lover of flash fiction and everything experimental. He's a forthcoming writer for Sub-Saharan Magazine. He spends most of his days writing frantically and then escaping to solitude.