The missing letters of Adam Halazon

When Mr. Rajab left the café, heading to his workplace, a short tail had grown under his black pants, while the rest of his body parts remained as they were, far from that improvised description of the foolish waiter.
He spent a hard day at work among piles of files, hesitating between his desk and the bathroom mirror, contemplating his beautiful eyes, as they emerged little by little from their sockets, turning at the end of the day into two protruding beads.
His transformation into a lizard was inevitable. The moment he began to turn his sticky palms in front of his door, everything was clearly visible and there was no room for denying it. The next morning, while the talkative waiter was distributing, as usual, his clumsy epithets to the customers with all impudence, Mr. Rajab was on his way to miss work for the first time in his life, curled up on his bed and trying for the tenth time to catch a fly. Cautious