Asma looked into the small rectangular mirror inside the white box like tent that had been home for her family last three years. The thin steel wire that served as a hook sagged under the weight of the silver, like an infant placed prematurely on its feet. Continue reading “Asma…”
I have, on many occasions in my lifetime, briefly considered eating a baby or two!
Continue reading “New People”
There was no air, only a still dead night, meant for torture, plodding on her chest. Tonight it was darker than ever. Unconsciously, she moved about barefoot through the house like a zombie, numb, as if dead to the world. Continue reading “Grief…”
She was a sweet little thing.
Standing behind a high table at the exchange counter at the mall, she didn’t look a day older than sixteen. Continue reading “Riding high…”