Because it’s leap year this week, Julia’s prompt is ‘take a leap of faith’ and my story is called,
She’d dreamt for so long. Long faced Kanaga masks with square dark holes where eyes should be. She dreamt that staring in, was staring into her future, into the Dark Continent, to travel on the Niger to Dogon country. ‘Damn it,’ she’d said and booked a flight, a leap of faith, to Bamako.
A sharp sandblast of anxiety pelted her, as she stepped from the arrivals hall to a barracking mob of taxi drivers. They offered Mopti, her destination for $250. She turned, for reassurance, to the blue eyed French man she had just met. ‘Xavier, which taxi shall we choose?’