The Clerk

The clerk, after reading the form carefully, finally looked up at the 19 year old Pintu with a furrowed brow. Pintu stood before her on a small stool with only his eyes and the tips of his freshly cleaned ears visible over the clerk’s desk. She spun around in her chair and grabbed a large book. After carefully checking several more books and giving several more furrowed glances she removed the cover on a large stamp and with a quick bang Pintu became official. With a still perplexed look she handed him his badge and gave him a halfhearted salute.