Some stories are the same in any language.
"Let the animals have him." she thought aloud, leaving him in the thicket. The blood soaked dust was easily melded into its surroundings with a street broom. Would anyone bother to look for this contemptible animal? Would anyone notice he was gone? She would certainly notice. And rejoice in it. Her independence was just beginning.
Notes:
Aazaadi: Freedom
Previous Chapters
Chapter 1: Vandhe Mataram!
Chapter 2: Aag Lagi
Chapter 3: Aur Nahin
Chapter 4: Bannaa
Chapter 5: Inteqam
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9 comments:
wow, and the story just keeps getting better. great 55, mojo. i'm up, too :)
is this where i say yahtzee? LOL
You are not late at all Mojo.Earlier than most as a matter of fact.Freedom is a precious commodoty....Thanks for playing, and have a Great Week-End...G
Where she is, where he is, no one is going to even cast another look. He may be a dead animal come under some wheels... & yes animals will have a hey day!
Independence..carries with it a lot of responsibility...
Whoah...heavy impact in so few words, I am really impressed.
Hehehe...I loved Mona's comment!!
This might be my favorite part of your 55 saga yet! :)
((mojo))
--snow
oooer I wonder if anyone will find him?
I bet someone finds him
Bad pennies and all that
:-Daryl
Did she leave him face up or down? Would anyone be able to tell he was once human or did she let out all her anger? I read too many serial killer books, don't I? :P
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