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“My friend,” Lebo claims “every morning way before dawn my friend has to pass this area.” Lebo points at the shacks, the rubbish, the neglect. “My friend, my dear friend” with her naked hand Lebo rubs her eyes “preventatively, every morning before leaving home she puts on a female condom, that's what she does. She is afraid.” Lebo's hands are shivering. “Those condoms are expensive, pretty expensive.” From her coat Lebo unbags a box of female condoms, a caring smile flashes up and then disappears as if it never was there. “But my dear dear friend says, I could use each of those female condoms several times.” Lebo ultimately hides her face behind her hands, she needs to sit down. Lebo breathes.
Norbert Herrmann
Norbert Herrmann has been living in Berlin | Germany and Johannesburg | South Africa for several years. He produces audio-podcasts (tuneplaces.com) as well as short short stories.
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Issue 12 TABOOS |
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- A Dream of Taboos
- A Vuvuzela Murder Monologue
- Another Choice
- Awakening
- Berbera
- Curtain Calls
- Don't Talk About This
- Lungfish
- me=mycelium=me
- Mechaniborg
- Narcosis
- No Fault
- Oh Babylon
- Parched Times
- Pictures of the Sky
- Ring
- Situation Highlife
- South African't 1001
- The Accidental Colour
- The Dead Don’t Get Lonely
- The Gawker
- The Johannesburg People
- The Kenyan Mademoiselle
- The Kitsune
- The Miss Adventures Of Lillith Fairbrush. Gasp 27: Okay.
- The Straight Woman's Guide to Feminism
- Uncle Jack
- Unilateral Declaration of Independence
- W-hole