CHILD OF THE CONSOLE

“Street fighter five. That’s what I am playing. By the way, I know it’s none of your business, but I just won.” Lyesa says as he proudly stands from his swivel chair and walks towards me. He picks the black teacup from his desk and holds it in front of me. I raise a brow

YARROW

The evening looks cheerful as I watch the six of them down shots of whiskey one after another, their laughter drowning in the loud afro-fusion unleashed by the DJ. I look at the glass of apple juice in my hand and sigh.  I don’t belong in this place full of strobe lights, lined up shots,