Wednesday, June 19, 2013

55 Fiction # 11

My 18th B’day

Today I turned 18”
Postman was at the door at his usual hour,
There was a letter for me, with anxiety I opened, it read

     “To my dearest son
     collect your new bike keys
     from the address at the back”
                                    -  Paa
Looking heavenwards I thank him, for he had it all planned but his demise

55 Fiction # 10 - Freedom

He was so excited; they were meeting after months,
finally she was there, they hugged, greeting & gifts exchanged
he went down on his knees – are u ready? he asked
anxiously looking at her, with bated breath he waited for her to speak,
finally she said - Yes, you are free and he was on cloud nine!!!

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