Sunday, December 30, 2012

55 words fiction: The first prayer of my life



As I unfolded the newspaper, the battered face of an innocent teenage girl fell before my eyes.


‘Let the rapist be hanged,’ I prayed. I prayed feverishly. It was the first prayer of my life.

‘Come. It’s time,’ they called.

And in chain and handcuff, I walked to the court to hear the verdict. 





[This story has been inspired from the December, 2012 'Delhi gang-rape incident']





8 comments:

  1. That was a twist... a good twist!!! The rapist feeling guilty for his deed.. and praying that they hang them and now it's time for sentencing.. NICE!

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    1. you are a nice reader....it's always great to tell a story when the audience is as attentive as you..thanks Crystal

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  2. One of the convict of the Delhi rape case asked this only. He finds death as his only award for the heinous act.

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    1. Yes Surbhi...this post has been inspired from the Delhi incident only.

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  3. It was beautiful and profound in thought.

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