Neneh | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ short story by Ekweremadu Uchenna

When Neneh has gazed at the photo for up to two or three minutes, her left hand will rise to caress the long scar that stretches from her hairline to her left cheekbone. And then, the events of that fateful day will start coming back to her in hazy flashes.

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