Chronicles of Fly

Be a good neighbor and borrow out some sugar. “Christy-Lynn, open your legs,” Julian said, disdain etched on his face, as he watched Christy-Lynn clumsily attempt to get out of the car, torso first. “If you’re going to insist on doing it that way, then put one leg on the ground first and use the door frame to pull yourself up.”  Gracefulness wasn’t one of her redeeming qualities and Julian never shied away from bringing it to her attention. She closed the door and watched as he sped off up the road. “Boys and their toys,” she said to herself. She loved Julian’s customised Honda Civic, the grunt of the engine sometimes made her nether regions twinge. Nestled on a hill in Rocky Crest, Eagles Nest typified Namibian middle-class suburbia; sprawling apartment complexes with high walls and electric fences. “Windhoek is rising,” Julian always said whenever they discussed how the city was growing. The housing units were double storey duplexes, walled off in pairs, to gi...