Adrift (A Short Story)

Taufik sat in the cramped, hot interrogation cell.  There was no air-conditioning.  He had sweated through his thin, cotton shirt and was thirsty.  He was scared.  He had done his civic duty and know he was being treated like a common criminal.  He had a business to run, but here he was waiting for someone to tell him why he was being held.  This is what one gets for trying to do the right thing.

The door swung open, bringing a small gust of air with it.  Not only was the room hot, it was sti...