The cell phone rings twice, and then is
answered.
“Hello.”
“Riyad?
Ah thank god, you finally answered. Look, the conference has been called off.
There’s hurricane force winds outside and the subways are flooded. Just stay
where you… are you outside? I can hear the rain…. Riyad? Hey, Riyad? You there?”
“We
are coming on the wings of the storm. We will carry away all traces of the iron
scars which have been torn into our homes. And we will never be caged again.”
The phones dies.
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