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Fated To Follow - a short story
Fated To Follow Ghalia was standing just above her future grave. That morning when she awoke she had been reminded of her father. Throughout their Cairo summers, he would involuntarily allow the sounds of a waking city to rouse him every morning. As they seeped through the windows he would grudgingly sit up on the bed and remain there for the longest time. His bare feet, sticking out of stripy pajama bottoms, would be placed firmly on the floor and his barely open eyes would seemingly study them. His face, always the face of an old man to her - would be set into a particular kind of resolve: must keep the day at bay for a little longer, shut life away for just that short while longer. She had done the same that morning. And as her own feet, veined and masculine and a source of horrible teenage anguish, sat on the floor awaiting orders, she wondered what her father would really be thinking at times like these. He obviously ...
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