He hustled
downstairs with that ignited splinter in hand. The ruthless face of life
plunged deep. Gutted emotions evinced.
He “dismissed” the blatant piece of rag on the canvas; the inferno swallowed it.
Stunned silence prevailed. She left.
The stains of a
glorious delusion remained. Forever.
She said “Blush”. He mistook it to be “Flush”!
* This is a work of fiction & doesn't bear resemblance with any person, living or dead. The "image' is NOT fictitious though !
** This post is my fifth attempt at the 55-Fiction Genre. I found it really really interesting.
*** This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda!
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