The Wall

65

Thembinkosi took the nail file from Nozipho. Stared at it. Raised his arm and jabbed it firmly into a body that wasn’t there.

“What a crappy day!”

The sports commentator had worked himself into a frenzy. His voice kept cracking in excitement.

“Let’s go,” Nozipho said. “It’s time.” She reached for the doorknob.

“Wait. It’s not that easy. What if he’s standing on the other side of the door?”

“Then he’s discovered us either way.”

“But we have to be prepared, make a plan.”

“The best plan is to surprise him.”

“Can you have something to use, too?”

“Such as?”

“I don’t know, whatever.”

Outside, a car’s brakes screeched. They heard High Voice run into the garage. The door opened. The car drove in.

“It’s too late anyway,” Thembinkosi said.