The shells on the beach look like the abandoned toenails of the old fishermen, and they are more beautiful there, than on the foot.
— Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee, Short Stories For Adults
“Isaac would put a sleeping pill into their tea, which would put his so-called friends to sleep, thus giving them time to escape.”

“With my heart pounding like a drum inside my chest, I walked cautiously towards the chemistry lab.”
