One line stories

The Driver

We were 3 walking, when from a left street came a car. We stopped, to let it pass, but the driver of the car waited for us to be gone first. “What a gentle man” one said, “or maybe a father” exclaimed the other; “or maybe a daughter” said my heart.

–Nabeeha Sayed

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