

As S?lim?yah, Kuwait
A piece for the Kuwait Writing Club. David paused. James had just asked him if he wanted to go fishing Saturday afternoon, a regular thing they'd been doing for a few years. David realized he was going to have to tell James at one point or another that he had found a new girl. He'd known James since they kept tadpoles as pets. Since their mothers arranged birthdays for all the neighbourhood kids and the present of their dreams was a caterpillar tracked re...