The faint ray of candle cannot penetrate the darkness, yet I hear its flame waving clearly.
I’m waiting, Maya…
Our kids say – ‘…even Ma wouldn’t forgive you…’
Haven’t you, Maya? Yes, I was drunk that night and I wish I was the one who died in the accident…
The candle suddenly blows out and a cold icy wind fills the room; my heart beats faster than ever.
Are you here?
I can hear faint whispers.
Am I a murderer, Maya? I want to know from you…
‘How can you murder someone who’s still alive inside you…‘, a voice whispers.
Word count – 99
Written for – Friday Fictioneers
How indeed, it sounds like he is forgiven. Lovely writing.
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🙂🙂 thank you
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Beautifully written, a somber tale with a love filled ending. Wonderful.
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Thank you so much 😇😇
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Tragic and chilling at the same time. Well done.
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Thank you 😊
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Wow the description part with background candle was amazing and the plot was great too.
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Thank you so much 😇
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Another well told story! I can’t imagine where you get all your ideas and twists!
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😊😊from all the appreciation and motivation I get from you all
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That was a lovely twist to a tragic tale!
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🙂 thank you so much
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