Musing

The Great Agony and Pure Laughter of the Gods, by Jamala Safari - The story hung in the air, coming back like a hiccup. - - The uniforms these boys wore swallowed their spirits as well as their bodies; they were slaves to a uniform they would never be able to take off - - Sleep still would not land in his eyes. - - The girls tood in shock with her mouth wide open, still holding the bottle in her hand, as the two boys ran away at top speed. -