Dust
By Harry Whitehead
Dust
An old Afghani, living in the dust outside Jeddah airport, is given a taste of life once more by a white boy.
Published in ‘The Storyteller’ Magazine
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March 5, 2007 at 5:27 pm
This is lovely Harry. Really lovely. The imagery and symbolism of Dust is wonderful. I love it.
ps: your email doesn’t work.