Children of the Border
Arziki said, “I laid down in the desert with the dead bodies. I played dead so the men would leave me alone. It is not easy for me to do,” she said, smiling ear to ear.
Arziki said, “I laid down in the desert with the dead bodies. I played dead so the men would leave me alone. It is not easy for me to do,” she said, smiling ear to ear.
“I stare at the cockroach and am sure that it is my father. It’s got the same shifty eyes that he has – well, had.”
“It’s always nice when the choices work for you. Yet, it’s still a bit of a Goldilocks quandary, now, isn’t it?”
“His voice sounded barely louder than the swoosh of the passing cars, out of practice, a rough whisper.”
“She stared out seemingly into the netherworld, and told you the tide was going out. You laughed at her hokey premonitions.”
“She stares down the street, impatiently waiting for the bus. I stare between the blinds, impatiently waiting for change.”
“As I picked up the cold cream jar and turned it over, I noticed something unusual. There it was, plain as day.”
“Her battered suitcase bumped behind her down the cracked concrete stairs, over dung-brown leaves plastered to the pavement.”
“Her eyes catch a medic alert necklace. On his right, she sees a rotary telephone, the handset firmly hooked…”