The glow of the moonlight shines on me as I sit on the corridor, my back resting on the wall. The floor, cold and unforgiving towards my skin, even though my clothes are thick; my feet are draped in cashmere socks.
I am alone. I am lonely. Actually I’m not. It sits beside me, its arms brushing lightly against mine. Its lips open and close, words spewing out slowly.

“What about knives?” It says.
“Too bloody,” I reply. My eyes are casted on the moon. Today it’s out in its full glory, clearly showing off to the other entities who’s the ruler of the night.
“Blades?”
“How’s that any different from knives?” There’s a slight anger to my voice. “Too bloody,” I add.
“The ropes are still available. If I remember well, you kept them behind your safe. It was very easy to find.”
“Maybe I wasn’t hiding them from you, or maybe I wanted you to find them.” I shrug indifferently. A little distance away an owl hoots. I picture in my head that it’s calling onto a loved one, seeking for their attention. I’ve tried that. I’ve given them all the signs I could muster, maybe they don’t see them. Or maybe I’m not desperate enough to make them see. Or maybe I showed no signs at all, my mind may be conjuring things again. It won’t be the first time.
“Why not fall off the corridor?” It asks again. “They may take it to be an accident,” It adds.
“I’m too lazy to do that, and I may not die. Broken bones won’t serve me any better. So that’s not foolproof.”
It stays silent, probably pondering on more ways for me to end it, us to end it. I stare at it. It’s eyes are forest green just like mine, it’s nose straight just like mine, it’s lips full and unpainted just like mine. It’s whole appearance a perfect imitation of mine, a faultless carbon copy.
“I guess we’ll see another day then.”
“I guess.”
We stay outside a little longer. The breeze blows through our hair, the owl hoots some more, the moon shines the same. Once, we hear from a distance the whining of a siren.
After a few minutes we both stand and walk inside, hand in hand.
Only one shadow reflects in the moonlight.

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2018

Derazy Ajah

Ajah Goodnews Chidera Socially known as Derazy Ajah is an aspiring student of Ebonyi State University, with the aim of studying law. An indigene of Ebonyi State, she has a soft spot for writing, which she started at age 12, "Writing is simply the way I put out my thoughts",she always say. Her love for writing led her to put down nice peice of works. She has written lots of beautiful works. She owns the blog site where she puts out her works. She is the future yet to be seen.

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