Remote Control

by Nnedi Okorafor

However, her mind was often clouded and those parts that were clear were populated with dark corners.

“You’re smaller than I imagined you,” she said with a smirk. She took a puff from her cigarette and exhaled the smoke. It smelled sweet and heady. This was the type of cigarette that made people see God, slowed time and attracted happiness. “Maybe your imagination is not big enough,” Sankofa said. “Is this your shop?”