The Gift

Maya’s face turned red as she looked at a photo of what looked like a mixture of hazelnut ice cream and mud over her face along with a magnificent black eye. Words failed her, while she started punching Har at every inch near her.

Laughing, Sunny said “Break it up, Maya. Har, thanks for the gift even though Maya doesn’t seem to appreciate it right now.”

Maya flounced away while peals of delighted laughter followed her.

Har hung around, helping Sunny to load her bags into Aks’ Pontiac and climbed into the car. The house was a glorious mess.

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Fridayfictioneers .

My recently published book, Maya & the Mind Mystics can be found here.


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