
She had displayed his clothes for 25 years, and now there was nothing left but her head.

Shaktiki SharmaKurt 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.

“Do you know where we have to go to vote tomorrow?” the young woman asked me.
They just moved here, and she is still learning her way around. I hired her as a part-time helper in my workshop, and I try to answer all her questions as good as I can.
I signed up for a yahoo email address a few years back and I started to regret that lately. Too much advertisement and what’s worse, too much uninteresting “news” of so called celebrities on the main page.