I wrote this opening with the grand plan of developing the story through the manic mechanism of NaNoWriMo. But as I’ve come to expect every single year, I start out fizzy and end up flat. I don’t see these characters living beyond the few lines I’ve put down here. Enjoy, as you can, their brief mortality.
…and thank the Almighty you did not emerge from her. […]
(An unedited excerpt from “The daughter of no one famous”) Under the grey fleece of sunset, the muezzin called out for Maghrib. She hated this time of day. It was lead on her brain, oppressive and dim. […]
The rent money was gone. Sakinah-bhai pulled back the decaying lace curtain to look outside. The street was still empty, Razi was nowhere to be seen. That the rent money was gone wasn’t her only trouble, it was how it [...]