Perhaps I leaned forward and breathed on her alabaster neck, or perhaps I reached up to explore the valley between her shoulder blades that stood out from her shirt. I can’t remember.
by Arun Sikka
Vijay grinned. As the nurse, record keeper, orderly, compounder, and often – as now – the doctor too, Vijay knew exactly what to do. It wasn’t just luck that had helped him hang on in this dispensary for fifteen years.
by Derek Alger
My grandparents on both sides had names from a distant past, names more likely to be found in history books than at contemporary social gatherings.