She could hear his heart beat amidst the sound of ticking clock. Fifteen past one, she could not sleep thinking of their happy moments.
The faint noise in the woods turned into heavy ramming of their cabin's door. A solitary tear and a drop of sweat trickled her cheek as she mumbled a silent prayer.
The faint noise in the woods turned into heavy ramming of their cabin's door. A solitary tear and a drop of sweat trickled her cheek as she mumbled a silent prayer.
P.S.: This is my first attempt at 55 Fiction - a short story in less than or equal to 55 words.
why 55?
ReplyDeleteits just a way of writing that got popular somehow. read its Wiki entry.
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