Bassline

The car inched forward as rush hour traffic crawled across the junction. A faint rhythm sailed over from the barbershop and Damien picked it up, tapping on the door while he surveyed the street. “So what about Keisha, man? What’s going on?” asked Jerome. Damien leaned back in the seat and put on a grin. […]

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The sky is ours

Their chanting beat against the morning stillness as Ahmed rolled the tyre along with a steady brush of his hand. The youngsters grinned like it was a new game, but the others knew better. This was their duty. Tarek looked back at the pillars of black smoke rising above the buildings. He was used to […]

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