Word Count = 1,015
Estimated Reading Time = 5 minutes
One evening as the weaver birds sang to send the sun to sleep, Mueni’s susu (grandmother) called her and her sisters to the kitchen.
“The firewood is almost done and the men are about to return the cows. Quick, go and fetch some firewood from the big rock before night falls. But remember; do not touch anything in or around the rock. Pick only the wood from the trees that grow at the mouth of the cave.”Continue reading “Mueni and the Singing Pebble – Flash Fiction”