"N O T H I N GI would like to write one of those sophisticated stories in which even though nothing much happens there’s lots to write about. That can’...

In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A few petals had fallen on her kaffan, the white shroud she was wrapped in before she was laid to rest.
In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just abo...
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