Sunday, 14 September 2014

Mourning




My 5 sentence Fiction inspired by the prompt
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“Mist in summer? Strange,” he thought.  His eyes twitched making him feel uneasy.  


“Caw, caw, caw” A hundred crows shattered the early morning silence. He looked out to see a crow lying dead beneath the banyan tree. 

The electric lines were swaying.



© Geeta Nair, 2014. All rights reserved. (Published at Manjeri on 14.09-2014).