Sunday, November 22, 2009

In Every End of the World Story

by Sonja Nitschke

“I can't eat this meat,” Xan said.

Hana eyed the last can of beans. “Me neither.”

“I never found my cat – what if she was cooked in one of the bombs?”

“Allah protects your cat --” Hana coughed “-- just like he protects my mother.”

“You sure?”

Hana nodded. Xan gave her the last can of beans.

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