The sweet scent of apple shisha perfumes the dusty street, masking for just a moment the incense of sand and exhaust fumes.
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Published by Samuel Snoek-Brown
I write fiction and teach college writing and literature. I'm the author of the story collection There Is No Other Way to Worship Them, the novel Hagridden, and the flash fiction chapbooks Box Cutters and Where There Is Ruin.
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Wow – just a handful of words have whisked me off to somewhere exotic. Nice small stone!
Thanks! I kind of enjoyed that one, too–I was walking past a shisha cafe up the block from our place, and I realized I’ve always wanted to write about it. Seemed like a perfect opportunity.
I checked out your blog–funny coincidence: I wrote about my own cat on the couch today, much like you did on Jan. 2. Enjoying your work; thanks for stopping by my blog, too. 🙂