FICTION
Swept Up — Part Three: Winter
You watch the tank-and-tracksuit ladies scurry home before their usual six rounds, thinking absently about the mosaic of cultures and communities woven into the seven islands that make a city.
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You watch the tank-and-tracksuit ladies scurry home before their usual six rounds, thinking absently about the mosaic of cultures and communities woven into the seven islands that make a city.
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"Wet earth masks the smell of trouble brewing outside, and you ignore the slight whiff of tension in the air, breathe in the familiar memory of white desi corn, sprinkled with chilli and lime."
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"Trees are felled and walls crumble, but you swing back on your rocker, convinced it’s just a phase."
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"It was the last time I would ever call the room my own. It was the last time I would be a young girl."