April 30, 2012 · 2 comments · Categories: Stories

Carrying only one bag, Laila stepped down from the train onto a plain concrete platform, newly built like much of Libya’s infrastructure. A ticket booth to her left stood empty in the twilight… [This is Part 2. Continue reading this installment, or read the story from the beginning.]

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  1. Thank you for this story, Meg! A nice way to ease into the day!

  2. Glad you liked it!

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