The Wasp Keepers
By Mark Jacobsen HAMZA HAD JUST FINISHED PUMPING gas into a fruit truck when he jerked upright and swatted the back of his neck with one palm. He whirled around, eyes bulging, searching frantically for his Wasp before his eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed sideways onto the hot pave- ment. The fruit truck was already pulling away. The driver didn’t stop. Um Hamza didn’t see it happen, but that was how Tariq described it through his breathless sobs, the screen door still banging ...
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