Bad Samaritans

A friend of mine, X, lives in a town called Y. She resides in a relatively egalitarian neighbourhood that is a far cry from the faceless “gated communities” that are so popular with certain segments of the middle class. The houses are older, made of solid brick and in possession of true character. There is a good school nearby and an eclectic shopping district. There are also the bums. Read More »

Hit, then Spit

The lead soldier has a moustache,
just like Arrouj’s.
Neat, well trimmed,
it arcs around his fat upper lip and stops just an inch above his pointy, hairless chin.
He pushes Arrouj into the living room with one hand.
He already considers him weak, vulnerable. Read More »