“Outside the hotel, European flags flapped in the breeze.
The man crossed the hall, suit on his shoulders and shoes banging on marble. He knew he could always adopt the easy arrogance of privilege, the confident stride of the white western male.
The woman sat in the lobby corner, her nails clicking away on the laptop. Work deadlines, work calls, work trips. Nothing came to her, everything had to be taken: against her skin, her gender, her heritage.”
Published in: What We Talk About When We Talk About It, Darkhouse Press, February 2021
Publication Date: 18. February 2020