I lay on the shriveled bed in imbecile
placidity. My 35-year son stood before
me perhaps musing over the money required for my kidney transplant. With ageing
eyes, I vaguely felt tears in his eyes as he whispered, ‘Mom, I’ll miss you.’ But
then darkness descended as a pillow was pressed tight against my face....
oh man! heart crunching...
ReplyDeleteBuddy.. too gud.. but u made me sad :(
ReplyDeleteThanks Satish and Prasoon :))
ReplyDeleteContemporary tragic relationship status weaven so well !!
ReplyDeleteHi Surbhi...now this is a 55 fiction...u can see, here i hav tried to sketch two characters and told their story while working within the limitation of 55 words.
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