My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Friday 25 November 2011

Rainbow #Day25

He was screaming in pain. She kicked him in the nuts and ran for her life. It was a stormy night. The sky had decided to fall completely that night. There was nowhere she could go. She took shelter in the bus stand nearby and hid herself in the dark as much she could. She covered her infant with the swatch of the cloth she had in the name of saree.
A shake on her shoulder woke her up. The shoulder shake came from a woman with a nice face and smile. First thing she was a rainbow and then, a bus of certain NGO.


It is another morning, after a dark, stormy, rainy night.


4 Wisecracks (Comment here):

meethimirchi said...

It is another morning, after a dark, stormy, rainy night. profound

Punkster said...

Interesting connection, made there.

Well done. :)

Richa said...

@ MM :)

@ Punky, thanks bro :)

Nimue said...

very hopeful ... had a smile to see the pic after reading the post !