mid-tunisia

Updated: July 19, 2026

The moon had sunk at midnight, but the chill light seemed scarcely to have diminished; only the limewashed city had become a marble city, and all the towers turned fabulous in the fierce, dry, needle rain of the stars that burn over the desert of mid-Tunisia. In the street Bab Djedid the nailed boots of the watch passed from west to east.

- O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories of 1921