Red is red!
And destiny has it all read…
She thanks the waiter, discretely checks upon her red lipstick, opens her pack of cigarettes and lits one. Taking a deep breath of the cigarette in, Mariam exhales heart-shaped smoke. She indulges the moment, gazing out of the window. The forest is dense and thick. The smell of fresh pine and fir invades the train wagon. The dose of oxygen urges Mariam to return to Fares.
“Was it at the airport coming toward me or flying its wings away from me, again? Will there be any coherence … Oh Lord, what’s there to know?”