Mberego |work| — E

“ E mberego ,” she repeated softly — as if learning a prayer.

She tilted her head. “That’s a strange name.” e mberego

And somewhere, beyond the horizon, the woman in the locket smiled too. “ E mberego ,” she repeated softly —

If that’s the case, here’s a very short story based on that idea: “ E mberego

And so he told her of a woman with salt in her hair and laughter like wind chimes. Of a dance under a tin roof during rain. Of a letter never sent, folded into a locket.

“What was her name?” she asked.