STAB! STAB!
Death of an abusive relationship, an abusive husband.
Relief. Guilt. Fear. Freedom.
It rained. On the banks of the river, she stood. The rain washed away her sindoor. The river washed her sins.
Together they washed away the proof that he ever existed. The past never happened. She was lost in the crowd.
Ps: I was trying to make a short story of less than 100 words and then Pretty Me wrote something of 55 words and I challenged myself and this is the result :)
Amazing!!!
ReplyDeleteI am totally in love with very very short stories, this has amazed my usual need-each-and-every-detail self.
words are crawling on my skin and i am totally loving this one :)
seconded...!!
ReplyDeletethis was awesome...!! :)
you and prats together prove that its quality of words that matter, not quantity!! :)
nicely penned!! :)
nicely done guys ......really ....good...so guess story word count reduced to 70 or wht??:p
ReplyDeletei have an issue with His going to heaven though!
ReplyDeleteNo... the thing is I wanted to portray that since he died at the bank of the river Ganges, he would supposedly go to Heaven..You see irony there! If You wanna see the deeper meaning!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I have an issue too!
hey short and amazing...
ReplyDeletegood read
wow!!
ReplyDeleteawesome !!
loved it... quite a different one :)
Great picture!
ReplyDeletewow WL is like a treasure chest for readers right now..awesome.
ReplyDeleteThis was good... Really good..!!
ReplyDeleteIt felt like reading a long story though it was as short as this... I mean, it was so well conveyed..
Cheers..!!
Arjun