Iska Shorter Novels & Stories

Jack said, "Thank you, it's sugar-apple/custard apple cream" "Ohh it's delicious 'shorty' " he spoke while savoring a mouthful with desert. "Excuse me, I am not short, 5'4 is average height, it's not my fault if you grown-up like Burj Khalifa," I said while narrowing my eyes on him putting my hands on my hips. "But that's will not going to change the fact, that you're short in all of us 'shorty' " he said as the matter of face with smug playing on his lips,

Max hugged his waist with a level of enthusiasm that was not elegant in any way. “I’m taller,” Max said, pulling back just enough to present that fact. Karl looked at him with fake seriousness. “You’re wilder. That’s different.” “I’m pretty,” Issa said. Karl turned to her. “You’re a public menace. Also pretty.” Issa nodded, satisfied. “You look like a winter depression brochure.” I turned toward him. Karl lifted his eyes to me. His smile tipped a little more crooked. “And you still say hello like someone who once had manners and then sold them for stock.”