He shook his head.
“Won’t work”
“But I have a fan base”
“Still wont work … But… if that… fling… scandal of yours… was …”
“That’s private … and it was not a fling.”
He shrugged, pushing away my manuscripts.
I was bankrupt and now… cornered…
“Ok!” I nodded at the publisher
“Forgive me Sujata” I whispered.
Note: This 55 fiction is Inspired by all those who have to bring in public the skeletons and dried roses in their closet for various reasons. The story is based on one such reason.
This 55 fiction format story is written by Mani Padma.
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how do you get such topics in your mind???
pretty realistic!
My brain just got fried…
…
…
hold on.
So, the author (‘I’) decided to open the doors on ‘I’s’ private life (affair (for the lack of a better word) with Sujata) for money?
@chetan ‘such’ ideas?such as in horrible or original or bizarre or something positive?
@ alka oops! Was it so cryptic? Actually its a conversation between a down in the dumps writer and his publisher.what he wants from the writer is obvious. @ ambi. Bingo! Exactly. He was cornered. @ LR hey you edited ‘i was’ before the sentence bankrupt and cornered. I guess you got confused by the word count. Do a manual one. It was 55 n now 53 