The Accountant

Moana sat beside me to tell me all about her day. She tells me of how receipts are paid, how invoices are filled; the tedious swirl of records she manages and the way liabilities must be listed.

I listen to her speak, and the turkey on the table soon grows cold. Her eyes catch mine, and for a minute she hesitates.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I say before she could raise the question.

I have a Master’s in Accounting, and yet somehow I could listen to her speak about it all all over again, and still fall hopelessly in love.

From Guest Contributor Mahathi Sathish