Beyond Strangers
lana • kurt
LANA WAS MAKING her last delivery for the day, when her phone chimed with a text. She counted the money in her hands, her mind very well aware of the phone in her pocket.
"Thank you," she said bowing her head slightly. The man nodded shutting his door and she skipped down his porch, going to her now empty bicycle.
She stopped to check her text, her instincts right again about the sender.
lasagna or pizza?
that's a hard one.
i know right
but... lasagna.
what if it was hawaiian pizza, with your favourite topping?
i'll still go with lasagna.
jeez you're boring.
your opinion out of billion others
i'm guessing you're about to eat dinner?
yes and the girls are ganging up against me.
the girls?
my sister and ruth, her caretaker
oh, poor you then. i
