The first day, I hadn?t noticed her, nor on the second, or the third and for sometime. Then I notice her, she sits opposite me by the dirty window, snoozes keeping her head on the bag she carries, our journey is one hour long. It?s a nice feeling when familiar face travels along.
Month: July 2012
JUNK by Robert Kalkreuter
JUNK by Robert Kalkreuter She tore through the clutter on the back seat of her husband?s car, scattering the pieces of yellowed newspaper, the empty vienna sausage cans, the crumpled, unanswered mail, the bladeless ax handle. A pair of stained panties. Whose she didn?t know. She launched it all like aimless confetti against the windows…
On a Night Like This by Neeru Anand
On a night like this, he would not have been out. But tonight was different. This was an emergency. The consignment had to be delivered. He glanced back at the life-like statue covered in brown-paper. One of the antiques being shipped out. This would make his fortune the man had assured him. But the night worried him. He preferred nights to be dark and cloudy, the rain falling down in torrents, the stars hidden, the wind howling?all that ensured security guards huddled together, more than ready to wave him through.
Sweet Vengeance by Spandna Chokhani
I gave my paw one final lick and pressed my nose against the glass. The mangy canine ?I refuse to bestow the dignity of a name on a creature with no sense of personal boundaries or personal hygiene? was, as usual, outside digging in the yard. It was about time, I strained my ears for the unmistakable sound of our human’s footsteps.