Sublime

Bolbol had worked hard to gain the trust of his neighborhood. The details on his identity card marked him out for suspicion; for four years now, similar details had spelled catastrophe for many others. Thousands of people disappeared without a trace, simply for being born in areas controlled by the opposition, just as many regime supporters had dis

Reality spilled out into the alley like water from an overfilled bowl—as sound, as smell, as image, as plea, as response.