Friday, March 5, 2010

ShortFiction# 2 Sold.

I waited for him to wake up, take his clothes from the floor, and leave the money on the table.
I gave him the time to think the night through and then feel the guilt setting inside him. I waited for him to leave me all alone in the hell that I called my life. I waited for the next customer to use me. To buy me.

9 comments:

The Bald Guy said...

Hmmm... Nice.

Thought provoking.

Totally!

Dew drops said...

a great rendition ..very matured yet precise...way to go !!

Charu said...

Well expressed in the short word limit *thumbs up*

nil said...

You know how I feel about it already :)

Remya said...

@Nil: Yeaaah :D
:D
:D
:D

P.S.: Hope that annoyed you. :D

Sid said...

Good 1 :)

Thousif Raza said...

strong... and to the point... :)

take care and keep writing........

Remya said...

@Sid: Thanks-yo.
;)

@Thousif: Thank you :)

Charu said...

Am waiting anxiously for your comments on my last three posts.