Asmā stares from time to time at the horizon. How the morning pleases his mother, Asmā at this point in spring. The Tamarisk forest beginning at the edge of her village like a crown on the nearby mountain, and fading at the foot of another mountain. The exhilarating cold weather encouraging her work.Read More
Month: June 2016
I come home on a particular Friday late afternoon and Lucky’s sitting forward on the sofa, TV off, gazing out the bay window with faraway eyes. She’s gone to a private place.Read More
Alexa put her dripping umbrella in the kitchen sink and laid her raincoat on the counter, then she sat at the chunky wooden table. She pulled her heavy hair off her neck and twisted it around and around, waiting.Read More
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