Out of Here
Originally published in MBrane SF December 2009
My customer walked out of the door of the Mumbai Axis terminal dressed in a protective suit, gloves and a complete face mask. When she moved her head, her visor glinted, large and reflective, making her look like the praying mantises that crawled into my bedroom at night.
I pulled my shirt straight and approached her, holding out both hands in a standard Axis greeting. Against her white suit, my skin stood out impossibly wrinkled and brown. 'Good day. My name is Ravi. I'm your guide from Mumbai Tourism. Madam, I hope you've had a pleasant trip--'
'You have car?' Her voice sounded tinny through the suit's voice box. I looked up into her face, seeing two reflections of myself.
Now I am of course a very handsome fellow, even if
