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By David Love. On the Sea Lion Press Forums, we run a monthly Vignette Challenge. Contributors are invited to write short stories on a specific theme (changed monthly). The theme for the 67th contest was Slasher. It was still raining when Simbarashe woke. He hadn’t realised he’d fallen asleep, but his body told him it hadn’t been for long. “Tongai,” he called to his brother, who grunted. “Tongai,” he called again. “Come on, the rain sounds less.” Tongai sat up, looked at his

By David Love. Samora Machel in 1985, during a state visit to the United States; image courtesy Wikimedia Commons. Epilogue "He's dead." My sister stood in my doorway. It was the evening of the 20 th October, 1986. Earlier that day, around lunchtime, my mother had come to school and told us the news that Mozambiquan President Samora Machel’s plane was missing, reportedly crashed or shot down in South Africa. We’d left school early and gone home, sitting with my parents waiti