Paper Clip
The woman fiddled with the multi-coloured paper clip on the top of her stack of documents. It was striped yellow and white, a distraction of colours. Even the stationery in this country was gaudy. Nothing like in Syria. Things were more elegant there — when there was still a country to speak of. She adjusted her hijab and looked over at her infant, on the fence between fussing and crying. Rolling the buggy…
