She cried.
A teardrop fell on the window sill.
*****
He was hitting the nail with the hammer.
Something stirred him.
The hammer hit his finger instead.
A drop of blood fell on the window sill.
I know it was you, following me all along. I don’t need eyes to see you. It started raining and I paced up. You were anxious about me.You offered me your umbrella with your face hidden.Only if you had understood me ! I never said those three words, but I thought you knew. P.S 1:My first attempt at 55 fiction. P.S : A real big thank you to all blogger friends who made my birthday "A day to remember".
Comments
take care and keep writing..........
Metaphor is stunning.
why was she crying :) oooh so many questions come up.. just proves how good the article is .. makes you thing :)
Thank you !
@Ria,
:)
@Tulika,
Thanks ! Glad you liked it.
@Lil' Priya,
Not exactly. Its a kind of telepathy I guess.
@Mayz,
Thanks !
@Priya,
:)
@ DI,
Yeah,it does....
Pleased to see your comment.
@Sushobhan,
I tried flipping the passages as you said. Yes,it sounded well. Maybe I'll experiment with it sometime soon.
@VO,
Thanks !!!
@Simu,
Yeah,I meant it to be 'spooky'. Glad to see that you get what exactly I wanted to convey.