29 September, 2009

The last words


Another of my 55fiction works:
She held his hands. It felt warm and nice. How she wished she could have married him! Even now, he looked so handsome. She realized she could never live with him again. After much trouble, he opened his mouth to speak. "Why did you kill me?"
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3 comments:

  1. Ranjini RaghunathSeptember 29, 2009 at 10:11 AM

    ?? how can he talk when he's dead?

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  2. Karthik PadmanabhanSeptember 29, 2009 at 3:09 PM

    he s not dead..he s dying...

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  3. Harish S RamOctober 19, 2009 at 11:23 AM

    but the statue seems to suggest something else ;) why not give a brief about the back story of the sculpture if you could?

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