The Never Ending Work
Feb 9th, 2017 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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She looked at him constantly, with eyes full of stories, desires, and expectations.
He was not used to it. Nervous, he kept ignoring her.
She called to him. Scared, he turned back to look.
She murmured, “Gimme an hour of happiness.” He saw she was wearing a sari, shabbily tied, covering her sparsely. Her eyes were full of coal, lips beaming out in red. She was wearing socks in Calcutta summers. He could not stop himself from questioning her.
She smiled and replied that it was the only piece of clothing that she didn’t have to take off to work.
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