Frances Leung
I lolled by the beach at Club Med, let the moist sea breeze cleaned off the dryness and dust from Douz. Watching the east sky, onlooking the turquoise sea, I let minutes and hours sail adrift.
Frances Leung
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the darkening night blue from the east sky, was pressing down on the deepening red sun westward below the horizon.Eight o’clock in the evening, the moon was as bright as the sun. In this silver glistening wilderness, we were again the only beings moving, the only living breathing.