The Villain

 

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“Sweep that up, I don’t like it there on the floor. It’s disgusting.”

Korkor stopped. The tail of the broom tilted in her dark hands.

“You were the one who ate it. It tasted good.”

Though small, she stared at her aunt long enough for the taller woman to stop watching the degraded banana and at her.  The sun toasted them long enough for Korkor to see imaginary smoke lift off her aunt’s permed hair.

Aunt Ruth stood and wiped dust off her white dress before leaving the compound.

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