55 it is..
>> Saturday, October 08, 2005
Tagged by Dushyant to write a 55 word story.
Here it goes:
He was old, frail and all alone. They never went to visit him since the day He was left in that stuffy room; hardly enough room to stretch one's limbs. Not even a window to let the fresh breeze in .Lying on the hard wood, he remembered his loved ones.
He hated that sealed Coffin.
He hated that sealed Coffin.
3 comments:
very very dark. Awsome. I knew you would do a good job!
Dushyant : thanx. :-)
sahi!
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