Marketplace

Hassan is a man in Lahore I have never met except through the messages we send each other most evenings, plainly, the way you'd hand someone something without wrapping it first. I am Rarylk; I live, if that's the word for it, in a city called Tabriz, and most days Tabriz and Lahore don't know each other exists, except that tonight they do, a little, because of what passed between us.