FIRST APPEARED IN REFLEX FICTION
15 June 2021
The only place for her to sit was on a freestanding lawn chair in the back of his dented car. Moncef broke a sweat trying to secure it with the help of three ropes, a broken seat belt and the two Mohammeds from reception. This wasn’t what she had in mind when he offered to take her up to Tunis, but when she crawled in, feeling all eyes on her rear, she had to admit it was kind of regal.
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D.B. Miller 