An original short story I read at the SAWCC Mixtape event! Now on TalkMag.
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by Jordan Alam

Farhana sat on a giant leather couch in the parlor and filled out paperwork. Her heart was jumping in her chest – she’d never really wanted a nose piercing until this year, and even then it was just a passing thought. Now, at Amma’s insistence, she was sitting in a swanky downtown tattoo parlor, racking her brain for the last couple digits of her Social Security number. Her mother, meanwhile, made chitchat with friendly patrons and was genuinely enjoying herself. She commented on hair and accessories like they were at a Bangladeshi wedding reception.
Farhana handed her driver’s license and the paperwork over to the tattooed man behind the counter just as her mother got done petting a chubby Boston terrier that had come in the arms of its trendy owner, a woman with four earrings in each of her ears and a septum piercing.
“Amma, they’re ready for me.”
“Sure, sure. Let me just say goodbye to this little darling.” Farhana held back an eye roll as her mother patted the dog one final time and it snuffled in response.
“So what made you want to get a nose piercing?” the tattooed man asked, trying to make small talk as he swabbed her nose with disinfectant.
“It was mostly my mom’s idea.”
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3.13.2013 |
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