Illustration by Benjamin Hill
Sakiko hesitates. She stands on the threshold of his World Bank office. She has been here often.
Sakiko waits. He is not here. She feels his presence – perhaps it is the lingering scent of clove cigarettes. Her eyes settle on the Balinese Barong mask. Its expression is less sinister today. The Javanese shadow puppets no longer seem trapped; they are fluid, daring…