Jerusalem (Part 1)

The instinct had leaded him here. The room ahead gave a cavernous outlook. Innumerable small blisters decorated the frame where once the door was. This had all happened in one night. Shattered glass crackled beneath his feet has he headed inside. A brilliant haze of yellow was created by the glass on the floor as it reflected the light coming in from the window. He walked on keeping track of his direction by running his hand against the northern wall. He turned around as he saw the yellow radiance turn into red. They have followed him here.
‘Why don’t you take the route from the South?’ asked Saleh Al-Thani. He hesitated at first, combing his jet black hair in front of a part broken mirror. ‘I just think I shouldn’t’ rasped his cold voice, clearly splitting the silence in the room. ‘Well if you insist’, Saleh said handing him the map. He had so much on his mind tonight. The alley-way twisted right in front leading into the Grand Bazaar. He loved Marrakech on Friday nights. The festivity and joy, although quite against his temperament were all acceptable to him on this day. He tossed a coin into the bare hands of the snake charmer as he turned round the corner for his parked Van. He bade farewell to Marrakech that night, for he had a lot of things on his mind.
He checked if it was still there. His face was shining because of all the sweat. The scar on his left eye was clearly visible as he reached out for his side pocket. The heat was becoming unbearable. He could hear the distant voices coming from the circus. But all of a sudden, the troubling thought revamped. They are here. After feeling one of the edges he was relieved that it was still there.