Homeland security with a side of fatoosh

by A. Zayne Tawil, Grand Blanc

Mike thought that working for the CIA would be exciting, but monitoring phone calls made by persons of suspicious ethnicities turned out to be painfully boring. There was one plus: Mike overheard hundreds of recipes exchanged by old ladies of every nationality imaginable. As his wife was an enthusiastic chef, Mike enjoyed exotic dinners every night.

After 9-11, Mike hoped for a promotion. Instead, he was assigned to eavesdrop exclusively on Middle Easterners. Eventually Mike's wife threatened to leave him unless he started spying on a greater variety of races. Mike couldn't blame her; he was getting sick of falafel himsel.

Return to the Summer Fiction index.

Scroll to read more Arts articles

Join Detroit Metro Times Newsletters

Subscribe now to get the latest news delivered right to your inbox.