(The Scene (by Hagar Elkenany

Morning breeze hits her handsome face in flirtation. A young woman in her early twenties is coming out of an old white building at the corner of the street. She strolls joyfully in a scarlet chemise and a pair boot cut of denim pants. She holds an Aphrodite face with a small hooked nose and little rosy lips over a long white neck. Her wide hazel eyes are slightly crossed yet, they match perfectly with her high jaw line. Few shops have opened their doors for early visitors hurrying hither and thither in large and small paces to their offices and classes. The air smells like fresh baked bread. The sky is clear and blue. The street is quiet except for the sounds of singing canaries... Full Story