Echoes

Not all stories have a happy ending.

[Echoes @Darkend_666]

The Forgotten Tombstone
Efe was a Nigerian immigrant who had left the shores of his country with big dreams of a better life abroad.
He woke up on a cold Sunday morning feeling heavy. Memories flooded him like rain after a long drought.

[Echoes @Darkend_666]

The Forgotten Tombstone
Efe was a Nigerian immigrant who had left the shores of his country with big dreams of a better life abroad.
He woke up on a cold Sunday morning feeling heavy. Memories flooded him like rain after a long drought.

[Echoes @Darkend_666]

and woke up in a cold, white room.
“Mom?” he called out.
But no one answered.

[Echoes @Darkend_666]

The Forgotten Tombstone
Efe was a Nigerian immigrant who had left the shores of his country with big dreams of a better life abroad.
He woke up on a cold Sunday morning feeling heavy. Memories flooded him like rain after a long drought.

[Echoes @Darkend_666]

That cold, dark night, Efe had tried to take a shortcut home. Instead, he had stumbled into the small pond. In the pitch blackness, he couldn’t see the water. He had called for help, but no one heard him. He closed his eyes for what felt like a minute…