I (They) get even with the(me)m


Author:Leila Sadeghi

Translator: Hamed Abdi

There drops a milk stain on the carpet in my room. I clean it up with my finger, but it has left a hollow on the carpet pile.

Next morning, I notice a dark spot next to me. Little and large ants have gathered around something. Dispersing them with the spine of a book, I find it to be the same stain dried up.

A while later and the stain turns black again. I blow onto it. Some of the ants keep themselves aloof, some hurry away, and some others hold on to the stain firm. I decide to eradicate them so they no longer come back to the stain.

Any time a group showed up; half were crushed, a quarter lamed, and the rest ran away. There was no end to the ants dying.

As I wake up, I see another group of ants around the invisible stain and even around those sank dead into the pile. I wonder if it’s them or me retaliating. Sure, they’d one day circle around me and t a k e  m e  a w a y  i o t a  b y  i o t a.

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تمامی حقوق این سایت متعلق به شخص لیلا صادقی است و هر گونه استفاده از مطالب فقط با ذکر منبع مجاز است