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by Usman T. Malik
“You could see the blood women standing under the banyan trees any evening. All you needed was the right blink,” Haider said.
This is the way we did it: we circled the graveyard three times, for three is the godly number. Haider on his father’s bicycle, me on my brother’s red and white Made-in-Pakistan tall rider, and ten-year-old Zareen on her three-wheeler clattering over stones, bird bones, and dry branches.
“Ready?” Haider would say, his eyes black as apple seeds.
We nodded, and together we blinked.
The blood women were not there.