The Moon At Noon by Oluwafunminiyi
6pm. Thunder crashes loudly in the distance.
“Temi, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
They sit together on a sofa in the living room. There is a respectable distance between them. Ron Kenoly is on tv doing “Let it rain”. It rains heavily.
“No…”
“Never?”
“Never…”
“I think I have, you just weren’t listening…”
“Hmmm…the ears never forget Tade…”
“Oh, but they do…”
“No they don’t; the just choose what to listen to…”