Monday, April 20, 2015

Q: Queue


 

The sharp needle of the compass in Sunita’s hand found its mark perfectly. A small red blotch of blood spread on his white shirt. She couldn’t control her chuckles. He gave a loud yelp, looked at her in astonishment and walked away quietly. She could have danced there, right then. She was sure he would never again trouble her, in the queue, at the bus stop.
 
 
 
 
©ArchanaSarat2015
 
 

8 comments:

  1. Woman power! Better his spot of blood than her pool of blood...
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  2. Congrats to her! the only way to deal with scum :) good one
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  3. If he was troubling her that much, he deserved it :)

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  4. yeah that's a brilliant idea :D well written

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