That night.

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It was half past 8,Brittany has been waiting here since long now,solicitous her heart beat was,edgy her mind got.With that red heels she kept sitting there in that black bench,in the dark deep cultish night.Her once piquant eyes got pettish now.Sharp as blood,that red rose was dying now as pale as her.The petals were not jovial after waiting so long now.Her tender fingers were holding a book which she tightly squeezed allowing the book to take all the essence only of her fragile hands touch. Shimmery stars were about to vanish like a vapour.Her eyes were about to rain as if…

“oh where are you…my beloved..”

The longiness for her beloved was slackening now,bewildered and excruciating the pain was to wait for her better half.

The white dress turned all grey and her beautiful modish hair were turning lugubrious as if the wait for her beloved shall turn all her dreams in vain.The pain was to devour her,she felt it.

Her soul was agitated by now,saddened to core and fiendish her eyes got .Brittany watched the moon..the stars and the sky,she could tell for sure it would rain..as the sky could see her downpour too.That night..it rained with all the great power..

Her soul was crushed now and the flower lay on the bench,all tattered and smashed up.Illusions of Matt reckon her yet again.”Oh,my darl..don’t you look like fresh apple from our orchid..so delicate and lofty alltogether.”..she blushed inadvertently and collected her soul once again.

She realised her pain was for the man she craved,who made her heart all jingled.She also knew the rain destroyed that moment,that inner most pleasure of kissing and everything was nothing but…wait…!


P.S-My first attempt to write a minion-short story or rather a short piece.Hope it deserves atleast 1 or 2 comments.

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10 thoughts on “That night.

  1. I enjoyed this and look forward to your further foray into flash fiction. You have a painterly word style, which you can feel just as in your poetry. Each word is carefully dabbed and chosen to apply to canvas. Each sentence is to be digested word by word.

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  2. Wonderfully penned though i feel a hint of poetic wordflow more in it that is making your more beautiful on expressions & rest you’ve magic in your pen so looking forward for more 🙂
    Have a great day ahead 🙂

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