They came one day, their green army trucks all in one winding line, rumbling down the nearby road. I’d heard the noise, running to the balcony to look across the familiar swaying fields of sugar cane in our family’s plantation, palm fronds bowing gently to the humid breeze. Lazy mosquitoes flicked in and out of […]
January/February 2006
Mouse
Roey looked sulkily into her bedroom mirror. She turned around, scrutinizing her nose from every angle, but whichever direction she faced her nose, slightly resembling a ski slope, looked the same to her. It wasn’t that Roey actively disliked the way she looked; just her nose. When you got down to it, she was actually […]
