Working methodically, having practiced many times beforehand, she dismantled the rifle and stowed it away in an unassuming guitar case. Then she was moving, even as screams rent the air and all hell broke loose in the park below. ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGAH | NMG
The sun was shining brightly in a brilliant blue sky. Birds chirped in the trees and butterflies flitted from flower to flower in the bushes that dotted the cemetery.
Anya was numb, she felt nothing, heard nothing, saw nothing of the magnificent day. She moved as if on a leash, putting one foot in front of the other, behind the glossy black coffin leading the entourage.
