Missed connections

The meeting was canceled and the call had come too late – he’d already killed 15 minutes at the rendezvous by then. The rain outside beat a depressing tattoo, reminding him of the fact that he carried no umbrella. Well, at least the café was almost empty. He dug into his backpack and fished out... Continue Reading →


An appointment

I met him in the elevator. “Which floor?” I asked, looking down at him. The lift trundled slowly upwards and I veiled my eyes and gave him a quick once-over. Tall and handsome, he looked dapper in his white shorts and navy blue shirt. Pity about the wheelchair though. “What happened to you?” My natural... Continue Reading →

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