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.

3 comments:

CAR 6:40 PM  

very very dark. Awsome. I knew you would do a good job!

Vani 3:47 PM  

Dushyant : thanx. :-)

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