The children sat protecting her, the youngest with a sickle in hand. The stench of mud, feces and blood made her vomit .
The eldest cried, "I killed him Ma. Now he will never get drunk and beat you". Her tears had dried up long before.
Her husband lay in front of her. Dead.
P.S. This is my first attempt at writing a "55 Word Fiction". I got the idea from Mou's blog. This is a true story which I read today in The Times of India.
I could have named it anything but I felt 'Ma' was the most approprite on. No particular reasons.
Foodspitality
1 week ago
8 Comments:
Well written. :)
Hey jumped in from Mou's blog ! I too have read the news item in TOI... and must say you have brought out the whole incident so strongly in 55 words...good job... this 55-er concept is catching on ...... gr8...
@Mou
Thanks...
@Dhiman
Thanks bro. Yes, this 55 words fiction is addictive. I have many other ideas, lets see when I have the energy to write them down.
'Very crisp' thats how i would define ur post. U hav written it so well in limited words.
@Shas
Thanks... I love compliments :)
hey...nice one...but wht is this 55 Word Fiction concept?
@Mustafa...
I picked this up from my fellow bloggers, Mou and Dhiman. Its a story wherein u use only 55 words and still are able to portray a full blown story. Google out to know more about this.
super :) .. lemme try
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