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
Woman power! Better his spot of blood than her pool of blood...
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