May 9, 2020 | Fiction |
Mornings on the Wall, dawn and dusk and night, were times for poetry. Skyconcretewaterwind. Afternoons were for prose. Ten thousand kilometres of Wall. A Defender for every two hundred metres: fifty thousand Defenders on duty at any time. Another fifty thousand on the...
Jan 11, 2014 | Fiction |
FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 16 The news came down to the prisoners that after lunch they would be allowed to go outside. It had been a week since Zeitoun had seen the sun. During the hour they were allowed in the yard, Zeitoun tried to jog, but felt light-headed. He walked...
