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Short Story 8: The Middle

[After a much needed holiday, I’m back. Yay! I can’t believe how much I missed not being able to blog. I think I’m finally getting into it.  As I gather my thoughts for future posts, I figured I should bridge the gap with yet another short story – I told you I had plenty stowed away. This one is very different from the others I’ve posted here in the past and was written very quickly for a writing group session. I’m curious as to what people will think of this new angle…]

The Middle

The water that divided the village had only been there for seven years. It started off as a puddle in the middle of the land dividing the Ofor and Udeze families.  Ownership of the land had been disputed for years and the arguments were becoming more vicious by the day. One family swore that the boundary line was a few metres into the plot the other family claimed to own and neither was willing to stand down. It didn’t help that they had no legal papers for the land. Their families had lived side by side for generations and there was no doubt that one of the two owned the patch, but which?

The puddle appeared one morning in the driest month of the year but nobody noticed it for days. It grew by about an inch in diameter everyday until someone finally pointed it out to Nnabueze, the head of the Ofor family. He circled the water in silence, brows creased and arms folded. It was an oddity, but it was only a puddle. There had to be a rational explanation for its presence. The head of the Udeze family, Anayo, was subsequently alerted but he did not bother to grace the puddle with a visit. His logic was the same as Nnabueze’s. It was strange but it would dry up with time.

The sky remained clear and the land remained brittle except for the patch in dispute. What land? You would have been forgiven for asking the question by the second week for where there had once been dusty untilled soil, there was now a stretch of muddy water which spanned about six feet and ran ten times that figure lengthwise. Anayo was finally persuaded to visit the site. Continue reading