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...
 

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