The smaller street was lined with squat tiny houses subdivided into tiny apartments, while the wider one had taller houses, narrow and tall and slender and stretching up all the way into the sky, making you crane your neck to see the tops where the houses angled into quaint triangular steeples like churches-kind of like churches, almost like churches, but not really. The road with the tall houses was wide enough that there were cars parked on both sides of it, big metallic husks flanking the road, immobile and innocuous, and it was funny to see them like that, these machines that were designed for ceaseless motion being so still.
On the smaller road, just next to the intersection-almost directly on the intersection, only two houses back from the southeast corner of the intersection-was my house. Not really my house: the house where I lived.
I lived in one of the apartments that the house was subdivided into, and had lived there for five or seven or nine years, something like that. It was a nice enough apartment-there were several windows, and the water that flowed out the taps became hot fairly quickly after you opened them, and though there was a mouse who lived in the kitchen, it was the only one as far as I could tell, and I didn't really mind his being there, and he didn't chew through my electronic cables or anything like that. We had an understanding is what I'm trying to say. All in all, this apartment was nice enough, and so when I was standing there at the corner where the thinner street intersects with the wider one, looking up at my apartment, I felt that I should have been more upset to see the flames gushing out of the windows, red and orange and eager.
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هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة September/October 2024 من The Walrus.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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