Dia De Los Muertos_SLOW NIGHT AT THE NAJM AL-ZAWIYA_Looking for Sophie_IN THE HANDS OF FATE
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Dia De Los Muertos
The large hickory door looms in my vision, massive and imposing. Small windows bleed light through eye-like holes and the gargoyle knocker bares its teeth. From inside, the faint tone of the doorbell echoes throughout the cavernous rooms. With a deep-throated creak, the door swings open revealing a small, rotund figure.“Why, hello, Kye!” The mild-mannered old woman adjusts her gingham apron. Small fingers interlace across her stomach.“Oh! Um… hello Mrs. Wood. I was just here to ask if you have some butter? I ran out.” Her wide smile never waivers as she shoos me into the house. The imposing e...
SLOW NIGHT AT THE NAJM AL-ZAWIYA
Safe is a relative term in Baghdad. Najim’s was the closest thing to being absolutely safe in a place smack in the middle four sets of people, each with their own funny hats and dead-serious weapons, who hated each other. The habitues of the joint were the cashiered-out vets running hustles, expats who would rather be in the fire line rather than where they originally came from. The sort of people who knew how to set a watch for terrorists and malcontents and could smell c-4 or ammonium nitrate from 300 meters. It was a place a man could get a drink and a woman, or the other way round. Also, t...
Looking for Sophie
Looking for SophieHe had to find her. He had to find her bwww.onedoor.ccefore the tenth of September. It loomed before him as an impossible task. It was like making an iceberg melt into the Arctic Ocean.“Put an advert in the paper, Anthony.”“Sophie could be anywhere. She could be in Alaska, India, Poland, Kazakhstan or Kyoto. An advert in the local paper will not cast the net wide enough, I have to think globally.”“What about Face Book and LinkedIn, they are fairly global?”“ I will try them first but there are only ten days left .”Sophie had left in a hurry. She had left because he had not believed in he...
IN THE HANDS OF FATE
The banking hall fell silent after the first round of shots. Everyone’s attention was instantly pulled in the direction of the gunshots. They knew the sound, and they knew what it meant, given the environment around them, but they wanted to confirm it. It didn’t take them long to find the origin of the sound and the person who had triggered it. The bank customers watched in horror as the robber turned the gun in the direction of the other guard in the banking hall and squeezed off two shots. The guard was slow to pull out his gun. Both bullets hit him square in the chest. With both guards down...