Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #17 August 2015 | Page 61

Trouble at the Docks
Chapter Fifteen
By Jim King

“Abdul, Abdul! Stop wasting time talking with
your friends. Take the donkey over to the Westerners’
camp; they will be waiting for this food.”
The young teenager turned in response to his
mother’s call. He waved to his two friends and ran
across to where she stood. A donkey stood next to her
with wicker baskets hanging either side of its back. The
smell of fresh flat bread and heavily spiced lamb drifted
up from the clay pots that sat inside the baskets. Abdul’s father was in charge of the diggers at the old city
in the sand, his first wife, Abdul’s mother, coo