Our flight home was diverted to Al Sha Bara airport in the tiny oil-wealthy Emirate of Tashkat, some mechanical difficulty I suppose. We were informed that we would be delayed for at least twenty four hours. My traveling companion and I decided to make the best of our time by visiting the local bazaar. We
“I can take you to the place you seek,” the Arab girl whispered. Professor Montana Smith eyed her skeptically. It was hard to judge if she was lying, as all he could see of her face was the dark liquid pools of her eyes above that veil. Although he had been in the kingdom for
Janie was lost. She had been wandering up and down the little alleyways of this infernal city for hours now. She had been pawed at by scab covered beggars lying in the streets, robbed by a little street urchin of her purse, which contained her wallet, passport and Visa, AND she was hot, thirsty, and
We all stumbled out of the cab and began walking up the drive way while my friend Megan paid the driver. It was my 22nd birthday, and we managed to drink at every bar downtown. We finally had gotten back to Ali’s house and we were all pretty intoxicated. One by one we plopped down