Harmonious Coexistence
Kashif had warned him a month wasn’t enough to make it worth it. Hell, a decade probably wouldn’t have sufficed.
Jamal peered through the red and yellow stained glass window to the street below, but he could only make out amorphous blobs. Even if he could see them coming (and that was a big “if”), his odds were laughably low. He chuckled, in acknowledgment of this fact, then curled up in a ball and cried as the last rays of sunlight dimmed. Day 30—the Glory Month’s dreaded culmination.
