Asylum
Jolu was standing beneath the cascading water, his taut, lean young body all glistening wet.
“Oh Paul, look at those poor guys; it’s heartbreaking.” “Um?” I looked up from the paper to see what she meant. “They must have been so scared and desperate to make such a perilous journey.” It was the BBC news. A group of men in their late teens or early twenties were scrambling off an inflatable boat on a beach. “From where?” “What?” “Perilous journey from where, babe?” “I don’t know, Paul. France, I suppose, but obviou...