Daniel Kinoti drove straight to the parking garage in his palatial home. He alighted and decided to take a stroll around the vast compound before going into the house for dinner. He marveled at the magnificence of his home. It was a masterpiece that his friends always spoke proudly about.
He went around picking flowers and checking for any cracks or worn out paint on the wall, making mental notes on the repairs that’d be required.
He saw a flat object covered in dark polythene lying on the freshly planted cacti cours saleya, a beautiful flower he had brought from Paris the previous month.
He went for the object as anger boiled in him, a few stems of the lovely flower had been destroyed. He loved his flowers a lot and the whole compound was covered with beautiful petals of all kind.
He pulled off the polythene and held the portrait in his arms, the money dropped to the ground but he did not notice, he gasped almost loudly when he turned it around and saw the beautiful picture of his wife.
Oh my darling, he whispered as he...