Flight from Egypt

This story won the Palo Alto Weekly’s Annual Short Story Contest in 2005 “Banu,” he whispered, kneeling on the fringed cushion by his daughter’s bedside. The lids flickered, opened. For a moment, the dark eyes flashed pain and anger, then recognition. The lips moved, managing a weak smile and a single word. “Abu.” Father. Amal’sContinue reading “Flight from Egypt”