Bombay Duck Part 1: A New Beginning
BOMBAY DUCK Chapter I: Henderson Sitting in the blaze of the April afternoon with his feet dangling down to the sea, Henderson wiped beads of sweat from his burning forehead. He hated India. He hated Bombay, or Mumbai, or whatever. He despised his incompetent professor who had sent him here on a doctoral thesis. And he loathed the thought of his flat-chested girlfriend Edith who kept her promise of writing to him everyday, and had nothing better to tell him in every email but what she and her loathesome family had had for dinner the previous night. On the days he didn't get her email, he celebrated with an extra drink. Hateful though the task was, he wrote to her twice a week to prevent her from whining that he didn't love her. “My darling Edith”, he wrote mechanically on his four-year-old laptop, sitting on the balustrade. “I enjoyed reading about your outing to Stratsford-on-Avon, particularly the bit about the ants and your picnic lunch. I have been busy writing the...