The Walls- Short Story

Adam and Hira had just turned twenty, when they realised, they were in prison. Now they could see four monumental walls topped with barbed wire to the north, south, east and west. Now they could make out the prison officer uniforms on men and women they had not noticed before. Now they could see other prisoners around them, looking and behaving much like themselves. Fear and anguish grew chains around their hands and ankles; the couple struggled to move as the realisation took hold of them; their breaths quickened and sweat trickled on their heads. How on earth did they not realise this before? Why were they prisoners? What had they done wrong? As far as they knew, they had lived an average life in an average town, following the law of the land, most of the time, and keeping out of trouble. Yet now they found themselves languishing behind towering walls and barbed wire.

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An Ode to My Sofa

by Novid Shaid, 2010, copyright

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Forgive me my dear sofa,

For my wilful arrogance,

It’s only now I’ve noticed

Your uncanny consciousness.

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Your seats are so inviting!

Your back so comforting!

We fall on you for joy and rest

And you oblige our every whim.

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