Excerpt from "Stories in the Language of the Fist" by Anuja Varghese
Stories in the Language of the Fist by Anuja Varghese
Excerpt
At the Starbucks across from the Four Seasons Centre, Farrah waited for her grande non-fat chai tea latte. Her phone buzzed in her bag and she pulled it out. A text from Melissa: u still there? grab me a flat white!