Ten preteen boys surrounded me on one of the major streets of Asmara, Eritrea, as I waited for my friend Jewel’s tire to be changed.
Not only was Jewel’s tire changed, but the remainder of my temporary duty time there changed as I spent every Sunday after that watching these boys and a few more on the soccer field. Afterwards, they came home with me to watch movies and eat popcorn.
For more about my adventure with the boys of Eritrea, check out this post and a few that follow on an earlier blog platform. I guess I have to admit that I exagerated the number of boys I met that day in order to meet the Guild’s anthology requirement. Please don’t tell anyone.
This post is one in a series of short posts including the number 10 in the first sentence, a requirement of the San Diego Writers and Editors Guild anthology submission in 2021.
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