Spring 1945 – A Desert Covered in Ice and Snow



“I have come to take you back home,” I said. 

The djinn flared his nostrils and narrowed all his eyes. He said, “Home? To heat and dust and endless thirst? That was not home. That was a prison. I’ll take this gray winter over the eternal sun. I’ll not leave without a fight.”

I sighed. I seemed to be sighing quite a lot recently. I said, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a cup of tea and a bit of conversation first?”