 "But the passion fruit tree shriveled up in the heat and dried out into a waterless stump. ‘Nothing new survives the Gutter,’ we said. And then: ‘How will we survive crossing the Gutter?’ bolt cutters in our hand, bohçalar on our backs. The dark filled with dust and humidity and smoke, the mountains invisible. One, two, three people. We wove through the hole in the fence. "
My story "Losing Count," which I wrote about a few months ago, is available to read over in adda's second issue. It's wonderful to be part of this magazine's foray into the literary world. I'm hoping you'll spend some time reading the other stories in there too and lingering over the beautiful artwork. Shout out to Isma Gul Hasan's illustration for my piece <3
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