The hard thin body of my childhood was just beginning to miraculously soften like the cracked ground of wadi when rain falls.

Pale sky, white land; like somewhere past the end of the world

He. Does there have to be a he? It seems weak and unoriginal doesn’t it, for stories told by girls to always have a he?

I rely on a backbone of books and, for the most part, it's enough to keep me quiet, half-drugged with dreams of imaginary worlds.