Cape Town, 1963 Omar clutched the rails of the SS Trekker, peered down on the bustle of people below.
He had that look of awe on his face now. Cruelly, she came right up to him as if to deliver his every fantasy, then pivoted slightly walking right past him at the last second. She thought she could almost hear him exhale that last breath he had been holding in. She smiled. A small victory, but still a victory.