The Perfect Shade of Mocca

Life is unpredictable

Ali was on his way home. Like always he was taking the long way home through the Ghazi
bazaar which was a good 2 KM longer than the alternative he could take but it was always his
preference to delay the ordeal of entering his house only to find his drunk father passed out
on the sofa ­ a sight only made worse by the possibility of him being awake which would entail
a series of rhetorical questions the answers to which did not really matter as regardless of
their content they would serve to only make things worse ­ for Ali.

The End

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