Camera, Tehran metro

Shortlisted for National Flash Fiction Day, 2025

She’s a girl, like any other girl, on her way to meet friends, in a hurry, wearing white sneakers, or sandals and white socks, you’re asking me a question now and I don’t like those, I’m not built for those. Sorry. You’d have to playback to be sure. Anyway. Big black bag over her shoulder, hands in her pockets. Down, down she goes, into the metro. Behind her on the escalator, several men, in a hurry, too. If you ask me, nothing to see here. Her hair is short, it curls around her ears. She must like it that way.