The ceiling fan’s laconic twirling seemed
to be holding the attention of the middle aged woman sitting on the red plastic
chair, she’d probably been staring at it for at least ten minutes. It was clear
that she didn’t want to initiate or receive eye contact from anyone, everyone
in that room was happy to oblige her. The man with long and pointy beard was
watching the ceiling too, his face seemed calm but his left foot was drawing an
interesting pattern on the ground.
Stories that touch the heart, lungs and kidneys.
Saturday 14 November 2015
Tuesday 3 November 2015
Retroviral Chronicles part 1a- The Big Sister
She looked down at
her gown as she got off the bus, the engine oil stain from the mechanic’s
overall had spread a little wider. She worried about getting the stain off,
wearing a white uniform frayed the ends of her patience. The thing attracted
more stains than a young girl at a boys boarding house would magnet eyes and she
spent a good chunk of her salary on bleach and detergent.
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