Bike Lesson"Hold tight!" said she"Take a right" said he"Like this?" said I"Yes, miss" said the guy"Go slow!" said he"Oh no!" said she"Help me!" said I"Mind the tree!" said the passerby"She's bleeding!" said she"Is she breathing?" said he"What a pity, what a waste" said they"Should have fixed the brakes yesterday"
Closing TimeThe slam of the door, announcing that his maid had left for home, roused him from his siesta. Glancing at his clock, he judged it was enough to Asr, and shuffled to the washroom to perform his wadu. The swirl of cold water inside his mouth brought him to full wakefulness, rinsing his eyes removed the last bit of the grit of sleep. He mechanically blew out his nose and washed behind his ears, and it wasn't until he had finished washing his face, and was running wet fingers over his thick, matted hair that he had the startling realisation that he hadn't been surprised by the empty space next to him. He almost annulled his ablutions with a surprised laugh, but reigned himself in at the last moment. Clamping down on his thoughts, he hurried through the washing of his hands and feet, disabled the alarm on his clock and scurried towards the prayer mat just as the first call to prayer was sounded outside. Later, he would examine his feelings at length. Later, he would allow himself to