Excerpt of The Names of Things by John Colman Wood
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He wondered whether going into the tent was all right. The tent
was not big enough for all of them. He followed Ali. Elemas wife made
a noise at something Elema said. She rose and passed them with her
daughter, and they left with a skin over them. She would go to Ados
tent. Ado was alone with just the young daughter.
He and Ali settled onto the wifes bed, a raised pallet of woven
sticks a foot off the ground. There were other skins atop the sticks,
and they lay with the skins theyd brought inside covering them like
tarpaulins. The tent was designed to keep out sun, not rain. It hardly
rained enough to bother making tents waterproof. Soon rain trickled
through the matted roof. Rain under a tree, he thought. The skins kept
them relatively dry. But it was noisy with the rain drumming on the
skins. It was impossible to stretch. His cramped muscles ached from
the day. He could not turn. Ali was too close.
He nearly panicked. He felt out of breath. He breathed the stale
He counted in his own language to one thousand and then in
theirst?k, lama, sadi, afur..
Slowly his thoughts dissolved into the rain.
Excerpted from The Names of Things
by John C Wood. Copyright © 2012 by John C Wood.
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