Innalillahi wa innailaihi roji'un,
Your grandmother would be blessed to have a grandson like you. To all of your prayers: amin.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
"Lardass!" he spat, delivering a loud smack
on my shoulder. "You jump into a river again before you learn to swim
proper and I promise to give you a good lickin', you hear?"
We sat wordless for a moment in front of each other, our shadows stretched out
and entangled upon the groves. Both of us were shivering beneath the weight of
our drenched clothes, but Henry seemed to quiver more violently with every
angry gulp of air. The Sun continued to descend reluctantly behind the hills,
spilling blood-red light wherever it kissed the land. What a sight we must have
been under its seething glow! I fancied the Sun would never have set until one
of us spoke a word, for it seemed that even the summer cicadas have leaned in
to listen to our little skirmish.