Fiction
I Could Kill You If I Wanted To by Kelle Groom
I knew him in the way you know someone from a bar where you’re a regular.
I knew him in the way you know someone from a bar where you’re a regular.
It was common knowledge that Nairobi was one big bedroom.
When that car rolled out of the darkness, there were four people there, watching it come.
Winner of the Summer 2021 Five South Prize for Flash Fiction He was never what you would call a tall man.