Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
It was difficult being together in a loveless marriage. But there was no hate either, just a companionship that kept both of them going. They were resigned to this.
All those months of careful planning were finally going to pay off. He got off from the train into the crowded platform. It was nine o’clock in the morning.
She dragged herself out with great reluctance and plodded into the bathroom to brush her teeth wondering what she’d gotten herself into
The emotions had been building up for the past three months. Nothing was the same since she had come into his team. He stayed back in the conference rooms
He patted his pocket absent mindedly every now and then. Just feeling the little box close to his heart filled him with happiness. And each time he did,
It was a beautiful afternoon. Classes had got over early and they were all hanging out in the college canteen. The group sat at their favourite table
‘I’m sorry. I’ll be right back’, John said, excusing himself as he walked out of the meeting room, cellphone in hand. He cursed himself for not turning it off
He sat on his rocking chair, watching the sunset from his porch. Another day had ended. The sounds of the night began, breaking the silence of twilight.
She opened the closet and gazed into it with a look of yearning. She picked out a silk top, slowly running her fingers over the soft material.
I am no Salim Ali, so all I can say with certainty is that it was not a sparrow or a crow. It was the most exquisite bird that I have ever seen.
