The curtain parted...
She gulped....not him again. She gestured for him to take a seat.
He never looked around to notice the tiny alterations that were now possible .
Ever since he become her biggest client.
He gazed with such intensity that she was sure her tiny room would combust.
No longer asked the question...he had only one thing on his mind...
Closed her eyes, muttered the ancient words and looked....
Time for the usual lie....somehow they were easier, the truth choking her vocal chords .
He smiled at her answer, paid and left her staring at his daughter’s death in her crystal.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.