Under a Different Sun
Maroon Cypresswaiting for my husband to return from warwhen i left him, my husband begged me to come backmy husband died in front of mei was forced to donate two hearts, and my husband went mad with regret
I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile.
"There’s no need to waste time with words.”
"Just do your thing, and quick."
He nodded and got down to business with his tools.
I licked my back teeth.
Great.
Now of all times I was dying for a smoke.
The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot.
I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.