![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It was natural, then as they sat on holy ground, that he should speak of what was holy to him. But for Samad, nothing was closer or meant more to him than his blood. Often this is done by passing on a singular piece of information: some sexual peccadillo, some emotional secret or obscure hidden passion that the reticence of new acquaintance has prevented being spoken. It was while they were still innocent of peace, during this last night of ignorance, that Samad decided to cement his friendship with Archie. A past tense, future perfect kind of night. For a moment, in the twilight, Archie forgot the war that had actually ceased to exist anyway. The muggy air made it unpleasant to smoke, so Archie and Samad tapped their fingers on the cold stone steps of a church, for lack of other hand-employment. Their final evening in the village was absolutely dark, silent. ![]()
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