The Sales Pitch (by saharsh)
He called me to his shack/shop on the outskirts of the friday market outside Fujairah. He tinkered about for 5-10 minutes with assorted parts that he placed and tightened within the little red contraption. Eventually he seemed pleased as his masterpiece was completed. He reached into a trunk in the back and his hand emerged with a dusty record in hand. “Asha Bhosle” as it turned out. He placed the record upon the flatbed of the player and handed it to me, as if i was to examine it. I looked it over and handed it back to him. He smiled, and slowly lowered the pin across the spinning clay. A 50 year old song echoed around his straw shop and enveloped us as we smiled along.