WIDE ANGLE LENS
photo by Serge Kutuzov via Unsplash
By Neel Anil Panicker (100 words)
The middle of December is as cold as it gets but our college staff room is one hot molten volcano just itching to erupt.
The door flings open and in waltzes Sheena in knee high skirts, seven inch high heels breaking into crackling melody as they hit mosaic floors, bleach red curvy hair bouncing across exposed shoulders.
Pairs of eyebrows raise up as small little murmurs float through the rarefied air as she saunters in and implants herself beside me.
Fellow colleagues gape and watch me watch her; unmindful, I smile inwardly and rejoice at this fresh perspective to life.
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Three Line Tales, Week 62