As he immersed the little white bundle in water, As he immersed someone who could have been his daughter, as he immersed someone who could have been his joy. He grit his teeth and bore the pain because if didn’t then the sarpanch will pull trigger of the gun on his head…
So he grit his teeth and bore the pain…
This is written as a part of Marathon Blogger theme based blogging. My attempt to yet another 55-er, I am slowly realising the only fiction I can may be do 🙂
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Its not easy conveying all that emotion and grit in so few words. Its amazing how you manage to do it
thanks a lot ruth, somehow this is the only form of fiction I can manage
Welcome back… and seedhe honor killing with Sarpanch and all nice!!!
Very intense, Monika! I could actually visualise the scene and the terror in his heart. Well done!
Thanks I am glad I could connect
Read a 55-er after ages. Brilliantly written!