PHOTO PROMPT 
Shaktiki Sharma
Kurt stared outside the window, his nose pressed against the glass. He had spent the last two days on a Greyhound bus, so he could finally meet the person he had fallen in love with.
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‘How do you want your eggs?’ the waitress asked.
It was our weekly routine. She asked, and I didn’t know what to say.
‘See, I told you I would bring you home,’ she whispered softly.
She smiled when she said it, smiled the way only a woman in love can smile.
‘I am looking forward to camping with you.’
She smiled at me, and as always it made my heart melt.
“I hope they don’t find out where I hide everything,” Sheila thought as she continued to walk toward the old exit. At home nothing was safe anymore, they were…
No matter what will happen around me, I have to continue playing.
It’s hard to believe they would look for us here, but nowadays they seem to be everywhere. Times have changed, we are not safe anymore; they are hunting us like animals.
“Please, tell us what you saw that night.”
“It was around 9 o’clock in the evening; taxis were parked everywhere around the bridge. The drivers waited for each other and then they walked down the stairs together.”
I watched “Easy Rider” with all the other girls from boarding school. I sat in the old movie theater in the South of Germany, and my mind was made up.
“Don’t be scared, just drive through and pedal fast,” was the advice I have been given when I was just a little girl.
She doesn’t get around anymore as she used to; now she depends on strangers who help her with her daily needs.