The Story Shack published my flash fiction piece yesterday, which means I can finally share it with you here!
This story is very dear to my heart, as it reflects thoughts of my own time in Africa.
For those who are curious about the title, it connects to the line that speaks of Karen Blixen, of songs and lost lands. The quote itself is one of my favorites, and perhaps that it why I’m overly attached to it. Below is the full quote.
“If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?”
If you’ve never read Out of Africa, I strongly suggest you pick up a copy.