Tiyaz

I still remember the first day I saw her. It was in English. She had positioned herself at the front of the classroom and I took the seat directly behind her. My friend Harsh walked in a few moments later and noticing that there was no empty seat next to me, looked confused.

Sitting behind Tiyaz had not been my choice. Natural desire had pushed me that way and it would have burned within me had a decided to sit anywhere else. It might have been the brightness of her skin, compared to the paleness of all of ours that pulled me in. Her lips were stained coral and she smelled like candy. I assumed she did not know perfume and make-up were not allowed. Her hair was a thick sheet of black and it hung over the back of her chair, taunting me. I wanted so badly to stroke it and that longing scared me.

      “Excuse me,” she said, turning around. “How much is the Shakespeare collection for this class?”

      “I…I don’t know.” Syllabi for all of our classes arrived in the mail in the summer. I gave mine to my mother and she purchased all of the books.

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.08.2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-9254-3

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