Shanta Navvab Walker
Stories (3/0)
The End
The End He had been the first to suggest the idea of meeting online, and yet, as they sat, closely facing each other and on either side of the ocean, when she suggested that he begin the conversation, he bluntly stated that the meeting had been her idea. She should have known. She should have stayed silent. She should have admitted to herself that she had been wrong, and said goodbye. She should have slid her finger across the touchpad, towards the red rectangle on the screen, and gently pressed, thus returning to the quiet solitude of her couch, and her continent.
By Shanta Navvab Walker3 years ago in Humans
The Elephant
The Elephant Once I had finally persuaded my father to take me to the zoo, and as soon as we had stepped down from the front step of the trolley, which kindly stopped right in front of the gilded and ornamented gate, I stomped my little five-year-old foot on the floor and demanded that we go at once to see the elephant. He smiled in his acquiescent and gentle nature and bent down offering me a privileged view from the seat of his shoulders, and we marched imperially under the ornamented arch that spelled-out “Zoo”, a name which represented then, to me, a wonderful and undiscovered land.
By Shanta Navvab Walker4 years ago in Petlife