She always fascinated death.
And that night, when those men ran after her, she had a thrilling smile on her face.
They cornered her and stabbed her.
She was dying.
There was blood.
Yet she carried a satisfactory smile all along.
She experienced death after all.
And she knew it’s just a dream.
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This post is part of the Write Tribe Festivals of Words-3 and today's prompt is 55 fiction.
So Creepy, you could turn it into a movie or an episode on a horror show. Cannot say what she will feel when she gets up.
ReplyDeletePretty cool though, few words, saying a lot; in fact I think I have written more..... Oopps!
Nice work Amrit.
I am glad you like it Inderpreet :)
ReplyDeleteWell, it's creepy and sad. Beautifully written and feel peaceful reading this..guess that's how I feel during my last breath:)
ReplyDeleteI figure out you like it then :D
DeleteAs long as it was a dream, can't imagine how I would feel at such a time. Great post.
ReplyDeletethank you Sulekha... glad you like it :)
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