Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
It’s been 18 years with you and it has been the most valuable time of my life. I remember how I pushed you to go to drawing school when everytime you pretended to fall asleep.
I bent down to open it. I didn’t struggle much for I was already falling. Drowning in my own tears. Every time I took out something, I heard his voice.
For resting my head on his shoulders, rolling and caressing his soft hands with mine and eventually tangled again, were a few better options. Oh that hold!
The very next moment your hands were inside my hair. One there, the other holding me tight against your ribs. And then aaahhh… the lips did the job.
He loved me for my insides keeping aside my outsides. He knocked at the door and entered.I looked back at him and smiled.
She was the happiest person I’d ever known. Even after David’s death, she had learnt that life was too short to think about things which were gone.
It’s something I have said a million times: Yes, I miss you. I know it has been a long time since the wall of silence has stood strong between us. But I can’t stand it anymore.
My mind was as blurred as the fog had made my windows. I couldn’t think properly. Only thing I was certain about that I wanted her. I needed her. Oh God, I loved her.
God is calling me. He says it’ll be nice to see Dad from the clouds. I have left some candies in the freezer for you and dad. Read this family story
I looked at him for the last time . He was tongue-tied. My hands slipped from his hold and so did a tear from my eye. I didn’t know what this was. I had never wanted someone so much.
