Despite her rheumatism, she braved the spiralling staircase to take the dinner tray to his room. Vicky had shut himself in his room since evening’s heated argument over Sneha. She landed outside his closed door.....paused....then pushed it open.....A spasm of pain pierced her chest as those ageing eyes saw her son’s lifeless body hanging limply.....
Wow !! This is brilliant .. short and crisp !!
ReplyDeleteThanx Sangy. I hope your son's police-calling activities have come to an end... :D
DeleteI agree. Short, crisp and yet so full of horror..makes you wonder what the argument was all about..hmmm.
ReplyDeleteHi Crystal. Haha....Even I was wondering the same :)
DeleteThat was good, and strong.
ReplyDeleteI actually saw the picture after I read the 55, don't know how I missed it. Very relevant picture!
Yes Harish. Thanks a lot. Welcome to my garibkhaana...keep visiting :)
DeleteBeautifully described, yet crisp! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. Yes, being a 55-word story, it's gotta be crisp na
Deletethats really very good :)
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