Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Multiplex

She was smoking in the corridor, eyes fixed in some sheets she read. As he passed by a sheet fell from her hands onto the floor. He kept walking. She picked it up. He felt embarrassed thinking that perhaps he should have picked it up for her. She went on with the reading and the smoking, thinking that she should have let him a chance to pick it up for her.

2 comments:

  1. Antonio Murakami... I love - just love - reading these short form pieces.

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  2. Thank you Tom. That makes me glad.

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