Tangier
If you see her, say hello...she might be in Tangier.
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Oliver
had circled this section of the medina three times, aware of the steady gaze of
the tall, thin men following his footsteps.
They each stood rail-like, an element of an obscure doorway, in a long fibrous
robe shot with vertical stripes of color long muted by desert sands. They were possibly just an incarnation of the
desert, only their eyes shifting, perhaps in time with the shifting sands of a
distant dune.
Was
there evil lurking in their hearts as the guitar player had warned?
Though
it was just above the sea, no greenery was growing to absorb the heat of the
stone here in this maze of gritty alleys and undefined shops. Shadows against the unbroken row of buildings
were cooler, but the darkness was too pregnant to be welcoming. Oliver preferred to be two arms’ lengths away
from the dusty black windows. Who might
be behind them?
He arrived
at the top of the hill again without finding the hostel. Weary and overheated, he surveyed the hill
through the satellite dishes shimmering in the heat radiating from the rooftop
terraces, through the wire antennas and hanging laundry, down toward the blue
sea.