Puissant

I stopped short. “Kristina? Is that you?”

She took off her sunglasses. “Oh, hi!”

I tried to remember the last time I’d seen her. Christmas of last year? “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

She shrugged. “Just in the neighborhood. Felt like getting some biryani. You hungry?”

Some idiot lay on the horn just as I tried to reply. I shook my head and yelled, “Just ate.”

The bleating halted. “Too bad. I’m starving.”

What was that place’s name? “Junoon?”

She nodded.

I was going that way. “What’ve you been up to?”

“Just got back from Tanzania, summiting Kilimanjaro.”


Photo is by Pierre Lognoul.

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