At one stop, we came alongside a tuk-tuk containing a large Western man. He lay limp in the back. A woman was screaming. She was German. Originally appeared in the Dec 2025 edition of Five on the Fifth magazine.
Author Archive: Mel
Enam. Escape to Singapore
I had dozed off when the bus came to a stop at its bay. The passenger doors were already open, and I couldn’t see my day pack. But things don’t go missing, right?
Fifteen. The Language Divides
The attendant watched me, his face in shadow from the shack’s awning, as he chewed on his stick. I could feel his eyes on my back while I held the pump in the tank of the car.
十八. Handover
I can keep applying but I know it’s me blocking myself, not a bossman on the other side. I’ve got to pick it up again, get past the voice in my head telling me, No!