Priscilla Alisha Kirkland

The Manifested

The sound of blaring horns, and sirens awakened Yemanja from her sleep. She had been living in a small attic at her uncles for about a month now. Unfortunate situations is what landed her here. She’d planned to move to Miami, on the coast, in a studio apartment. Her Dreams consisted of, walking along the beach feeling the warm breezing and scent of the salted water. She’d planned to travel, with her neon pink bicycle with Golden spoke tires she had envisioned many times. Yemanja was only 21 and very new to the busy and fast paced adult world. Something about the water and beach had always eased her and comforted her. Snapping from her day dream Yemanja remembered she had an interview at 9:30am that morning, it was already 8:45am. She hurried to get dressed, all while dreading the thought of working for someone.