22nd December 2009
“Then maybe he could do this!”
The entrance buzzer went off halfway through the worst film Yazid had ever seen, but he was resorting to desperate measures. It had been raining for two nights in a row, and freezing every day into sheets of death. He’d nearly broken his ankle twice already.
“You better have brought me entertainment,” he told the receiver when he lifted it.
Ali laughed.
“Bored?”
“Climbing the walls.”
“Well, let me in then, and I’ll cheer you up!”
Ali certainly sounded cheery enough, and Yazid thumbed the door release before hobbling to the flat door and propping it open. He’d twisted his ankle last week and it was still stiff and swollen, so he limped back to the sofa and propped it up on the coffee table again.
The damsel-in-distress—actually a we
