There was smoke everywhere. She could barely see a thing; her eyes were watering and turning a worrisome red. It was a chaotic scene, people were screaming instructions and suggestions as she struggled to find her way around. As the smoke rose, she worried even more, what if the edge of her sari caught fire? What if her lenses fell out? What if she tripped? What if ... damn, I need to hold it together, she thought. And as the thick black smoke danced around her, she hitched her sari ever so slightly, blinked her eyes furiously and told herself, just two more pheras and we’ll be done. Just two more.
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15 comments:
Not bad!
Different has a new meaning.!!
confused:
:) thank you ... i try
spiralling nerd:
umm .. so did u like it or ... am thinking yes, so thnks. heh.
Yeah, I enjoyed it.
the writing is gorgeous. I love your mastery over flash fiction.
ha! that was fun
spiralling nerd:
once again, thank you.
kerubino:
thank you, and really love the way you write.
n:
heh,thank you!
nice one, woman.
isnt it strange that people only think about the negatives all the time?
anon:
true, true .... but it's something that makes writing so much easier, so thank god for it :D
Super! Truly.
nilz:
thnks!
g:
:) thnk u
55:
and thnk u too
loved it !!! lol
very classy, Neha.
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