Mists of the Serengeti by Leylah Attar
Once in Africa, I kissed a king…
“And just like that, in an old red barn at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro, I discovered the elusive magic I had only ever glimpsed between the pages of great love stories. It fluttered around me like a newborn butterfly and settled in a corner of my heart. I held my breath, afraid to exhale for fear it would slip out, never to be found again.”
When a bomb explodes in a mall in East Africa, its aftershocks send two strangers on a collision course that neither one sees coming.
Jack Warden, a divorced coffee farmer in Tanzania, loses his only daughter. An ocean away, in the English countryside, Rodel Emerson loses her only sibling.
Two ordinary people, bound by a tragic afternoon, set out to achieve the extraordinary, as they make three stops to rescue three children across the vast plains of the Serengeti—children who are worth more dead than alive.
But even if they beat the odds, another challenge looms at the end of the line. Can they survive yet another loss—this time of a love that’s bound to slip through their fingers, like the mists that dissipate in the light of the sun?
“Sometimes you come across a rainbow story—one that spans your heart. You might not be able to grasp it or hold on to it, but you can never be sorry for the color and magic it brought.”
Love Words from Jack To Rodel
If you found this sticky note, you’re sitting on the porch-swing right now, looking up at the stars. It’s the last one of the day. And look, I’ve left you a Valentine’s bookmark so you can put away what you’re reading and come upstairs. I have a whole bunch of Post-its left over and I plan on using them to flag all the parts of your body that need my undivided attention. And when I’m done, I’ll start over with Harris. Which reminds me. We still haven’t settled on a name for the baby. I like Kily, if it’s a girl, because she was conceived in the shadow of Kilimanjaro. Barney, if it’s a boy, because it probably happened in the barn. PS: I wish I could see your face right now, Rodel. You’re thinking of a purple dinosaur, aren’t you? I’m open to all kinds of negotiation, so get your sexy ass upstairs.
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About the author
Leylah Attar writes stories about love – shaken, stirred and served with a twist. When she’s not writing, she can be found pursuing her other passions: photography, food, family and travel. Sometimes she disappears into the black hole of the internet, but can usually be enticed out with chocolate.
http://www.leylahattar.com/
