Lost Love

A 55 fiction by Namrata-
Ria held the photograph tightly to her chest and cried. She cried for her. She cried for him. She cried for them. “If you are a dream, I never want to wake up” he would say, making her blush. But today those words of his are hurting her the most, for he didn’t wake up...
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They say the lesser the words one uses to express oneself, the deeper and richer are his/ her thoughts. But conveying a thought, an emotion, or even an element of shock in just 55 words was never my cup of tea. I learn a tip or two from Privy Trifles, aka Namrata, whose words, I'm so glad to have as a guest post.
“It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
Well, that's my ambition too...
Ria held the photograph tightly to her chest and cried. She cried for her. She cried for him. She cried for them. “If you are a dream, I never want to wake up” he would say, making her blush. But today those words of his are hurting her the most, for he didn’t wake up...
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They say the lesser the words one uses to express oneself, the deeper and richer are his/ her thoughts. But conveying a thought, an emotion, or even an element of shock in just 55 words was never my cup of tea. I learn a tip or two from Privy Trifles, aka Namrata, whose words, I'm so glad to have as a guest post.
“It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
Well, that's my ambition too...