“I love you,” Fred whispered. “Do you love
me still?”
He willed her to respond…., move…., whisper
back.
Fred’s hair had greyed, but she still
looked 28. Young, sassy, exuberant and full of life- even after two decades.
He bent down- “Happy 48th
birthday…..I will never let you go”- and kissed her chemically preserved body.
Aww!That's touching:) Nice one and again fred......:p
ReplyDeletethanks.....fred, coz cudn't think of any other name.. :/
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ReplyDeletegood morning.. nice one Rats.. :-)
ReplyDeletegood morning belated....thanks rat :)
ReplyDeleteThis one seemed like life of an OCD or autistic man, with love residing on the far fetched end and obsession in hands.
ReplyDeleteKind of gave me creeps. But penned beautifully.
Imagination is *thumbs up*
ya i wanted to depict the person as a sort of psycho lover.....thanks for visiting :)
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