Where were you this late?…Another woman?" she sobbed
He remained silent…
"since… when?"
"Month" he replied, her fears confirmed.
He was relieved when she left next day.
He died after seven months a lonely man…
cancer…
Love was a poor excuse to deprive a dearest the last moments of togetherness, no matter how painful.
This 55 fiction format story is written by Mani Padma.
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Nice piece Mani !!
‘Cause its a bittersweet symphony, this love ..
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Putting emotions in 55 words is not that easy. Kudos to you..
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shilpa
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Captured the irony pretty well. Good crisp flow.
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@vk,shilpa,gyanban Thanks for your approval.I had valentines day in my mind when I wrote this.
@ Rajan I love the pic that you have insertd. Its…kind of gothic…and it simply lovely. Nothing could go better with it. Thanks
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ho ho
great
i think first from you of this kind
loved it
and yes good pic
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wonderful and a heart touching attempt at 55 fiction
Cheers!!
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@ chetan…eh?????
@chaterbox thanks!
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@ Mani
I told you long back, good articles give me the extra push to find the right pictures
, so no wonder I found a good picture to accompany your 55F !!!
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