Amr watched in awe as Sadiq tore off. He climbed the heap like a long-legged spider: back up, all four limbs skimming the surface. As he scuttled up, sand dribbled down from the quick movement of his feet and palms. Towards the end where the pile rose to a steep wall he slowed slightly but carried on, a walking monkey, butt in the air, slightly off balance. In a few seconds was at the top of the heap. He turned around to proudly survey his kingdom: looking down at the pit below and the vast expanse of sand and parked cars around him. Over by his apartment, he could see the plain-clad, barefoot construction workers chipping away at stone, balancing precariously on the unfinished scaffolded sides of the new building. Satisfied, he finally flopped down on his sand throne, calling Amr to come up.
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Excerpt from "King of sand and sun", a short story