BUSAYO A.

But I tend to be shy about hope. The hope I have, as strong as it is, is always tender So I cannot help but admire trees and their boldness

The story is titled Burnt Orange and I started writing it in the very uncomfortable cocoon of the pandemic in 2020.

I finished my ice-cream that random afternoon, dusted off the crumbs from the pastry I had bought with it, and left the restaurant.

I think about this quote that summarizes things; some years ask questions, others answer them. Maybe this was one of the years that answer

The second night, there were fewer streetlamps, and more mountains. I knew I was getting closer to home.