The Point fluid storytelling. i especially like the vulnerability you show. i`ve read most of your work on this site, and this side of your writing is rare.

re: the replies

i don`t think anyone is claiming that the perv is a perv because of islam. the author is pointing out, however, that he would use his religion as a defense or a cover, which, in the end, makes him that much more pathetic. sometimes, fellas, a story is just a story...no need to read more than that into it.

Unsettling Rain and smell the perfumes of settling dust

good line, that.

strange dichotomy, isn`t it, in the states, rain is a nuisance, sunshine worshipped. i don`t think i`ve ever heard anyone from karach compliment the city on its unrelenting sunshine, as they would, say, la or miami.

The Skeletons who would be People the disagreement between the parents is priceless. one learns more about their characters from that conversation than from any description. you really have an ear for the nuances of dialougue.

initially had reservations about a pre-teen quoting ``do not go gentle...`` since thomas wrote it for his dying, elderly father. but, second reading, it does go well with ayesha`s practical resignation...besides which the poem has certainly transcended its original purpose.

Conversations with the Indignant Dead thanks to all who took time to comment.

ali, it is actually part of a scene from a play i`m working on. instead of transcribing it into prose directly, i decided to play around with structure.

temporal, right, i guess one can`t put ice in a shot glass. there is a sort of shabby nobility in drinking from a shot glass in your own home.

shandana, thanks for the kind words. it is definitely not true; dad is alive and well, though he did stub his toe something painful last week.