Freewrite

Amir woke up on Sunday morning on a deserted island—without clothes or any clue of how he got there.

Edna wasn’t allowed to read—not because of her faltering vision, or the headache she got when concentrating on a large block of text for too long—it was illegal; well, at least certain books were.

Dima missed the sound of birds—maybe to some a small thing to miss when sleeping on rubble, but she missed it all the same.