I pushed the rotten gate and entered the dilapidated mansion. It felt sweet to be back.
A crisp voice cut through the chilly air- “Better
leave this place, son. It’s haunted.” The old man looked ill and pallid.
“But where would I go, Sir,” I said. “This
is my home for the last 300 years.”
Hi Ritesh,
ReplyDeleteHmm, interesting. I guess ghosts must be better off than humans, at least they don't commit crimes like the one in Delhi. Good F55 :)
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Jay
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Who knows what the ghosts really do? :)
ReplyDeleteWOW, that was a power packed 55. Awesome, you really have a knack for it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Saru. These words coming from a popular blogger like you are really encouraging :)
Deletewonderful.. Loved it!! I think it has all the ingredient of a 55 fiction.. Great!! :)
ReplyDeleteHello Prasoon. Your words will prompt me to write more...I was having some doubts about this one, but now m more at ease. :)
DeleteLet them coming buddy :)
ReplyDeletei will :)
DeleteJuz luv all ur Flash 55 Fictions....
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