Published by Flash Fiction Online on 04/16/2021
Aziz Bhai slows down his bicycle, swivels his head to read the vinyl boards hanging above the shops in the bazaar. Though there are several narrow shoe stores in a row, I know he’s looking for my shop “Modern Footwear.” He’s a loyal customer. Motorcycles and cars beep and blare at him as if they own the road, which they do given the diminishing number of bicyclers in the city.
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beautiful—your writing holds the moment to let the whole weight of it emerge. Thanks!