Tanvir Ahmed

Coming 24 February

She was tall and thin, and stared back at me with eyes large and dark as a deer’s. The skin under them was bruised by poor sleep. Her silk shawl had once been fine, stitched with subtle but faded embroidery. She had a common tattoo below her lower lip, a diamond in four dots. But it was her other tattoo, the same shape at the corner of her right eye, that left my mouth dry.