1. If you ask me how my navel ring ended up in the back seat of his blue Subaru I will pretend I do not remember. 2. We are on our way to class. My mouth feels salty again. Just like yesterday and the day before. I get back when the class is knee deep in a problem question, trying to understand the impossible Skill of Integrating by Parts. Everything is okay. Until a puddle of grey vomit stains a desk at the back of the room. Two hours later a nurse gives me a smile and tells me I…
Author: Megan Omare
Megan Omare
Kemunto is an amateur writer and practicing auditor. She fell in love with writing before she fell in love with anyone else and though careers and “adulting” happened, she writes. Sometimes. Catch up with her work on theunwriteblog.wordpress.com and messeduptoo.wordpress.com.