Khaled

@khaledob1.bsky.social

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Medical Doctor based in Djibouti. Unpublished writer of three manuscripts.

“So…Mack is it? You’re not eating anything!” “Sorry…it’s just. I’m not used to these kind—” Glen raised his hand, pointing at his guest, “Honey! Could you? Yeah.” Carla already grabbed a plate and fork for him, “Here you go, so I take it Fay was a handful?” “Yeah no she’s great uhh. She showed me how to use the uhh washing machine.” The faces she made were somewhat exaggerated, before it was her wide smile now it was her curious brow that tilted deep, “Oh dear.” Her vowels were strangely wide. Mack opened his palms, “This is a literal spaceship after all.” Glen guffawed, a piece of custard rolled in his mouth, “Ah man, I heard about your friend Sean. So you guys are what, soldiers?” “I mean we were but now we’re something else, it’s complicated.” “They’re trying to stop a war with Remoria, end it,” Carla said, with a slicing motion to her neck. Glen lowered his chin, “Honey.”