“It happened in flashes like a sequence of snapshots in a stop motion film because my mind blinked several times; blink — two hands on my chest shoving me to the floor, blink — a kick so hard it made me howl in agony, blink — a fist like steel striking my cheek. And I didn’t hear Mum’s cries until gravity sealed my back to the marble tiles — coldness slithering through my skin — and Salim’s hands wreathed about my neck, my arms jolting from the floor and clasping his shoulders as I tried to knee him in the groin. It felt like wrestling a boulder — body crushing between ground and stone as I tried to gasp for air, Salim’s fingers sinking into my skin and Mum’s arms curling around Salim’s stomach as she tried to pull him away.”
From ‘Dishonouored’ – included in the showcase