Overwhelmed
Not
the first time on these Indo streets a beautiful young woman responding to bule admiration with a bow like ducking
a tree branch. Such little sense of her loveliness.
Christchurch
Five prayers in
the satin robes, cap and hennaed beard were interspersed with blazing fightback
on the screen at home—a great surprise to hear for Mukhtar, of all people. Head
of a government bureaucracy, liked by all his staff, Chinese, Indians &
Malays alike. The other notable detail was a 20 year engagement to a
persistent, patient fiancé-now-wife. Could Muk possibly strap-on a backpack
too?
Leaping
Ahead
“Is
there any death penalty in Australia?… NZ?”
Didn’t
show his disappointment the gravedigger.
Yasuyuki,
a disciple of Amma, paused a moment at the discovery.
Not
an Undertaker this Yas, no.
Steamtrain
The
night before Ni had said it might be 4 or 5 maybe. It was the safest time, she
said, the cameras would never be checked at that hour. Turned out an hour early
and catching you completely unawares. The electronic swipe had been inaudible,
here she was peeling off immediately with her eyes on her quarry. Ni did not
allow any preliminaries, overruling all attempts to slow her momentum. It was
always like that with Ni, despite all the planning; only once she had been
beaten at her own game. Hurts, but nice. It
had been six months.
Enflamed
A
couple of Indian lads taking their pleasure in a secluded place, they thought.
Ladies-man Landlord Tan had forwarded the item from sheer delight in the
furtive, shared enthusiasm, it might have been.
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