Monthly Archives: August 2015

Death, And Sweet Liquid Gold.

“Do you really need to go”? Fatima imploringly looked at Zarul, her husband of two weeks. “If I don’t go, what will you eat, silly’? Zarul replied, laughing, as he slung his cloth bag on his left shoulder and went out the door. It was dawn and his companions were waiting. Turning the corner of […]