Category: Fiction

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Sometimes in November.

November is that in-between month, not quite festive, not fully dreary. It’s when cold mornings, missing gloves and warm lattes remind us that the year is winding down. Whether you’re feeling the chill in London or the harmattan breeze in Lagos, November whispers change softly but unmistakably.

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The Nurse Who Sold Me Dreams

I walked into that NHS clinic expecting a flu jab and five minutes of small talk. Instead, I met Arya, the young, beautiful nurse who said my name like it meant something. She smiled, leaned in and even saved my number to “call me personally with the results.” For a brief, delusional moment…