She opened her eyes, cool breeze greeted her a wonderful morning. She loved her soft bed, decorated with soft-toys. She never felt so happy in twelve years of her life.
One hard kick brought her back to reality. She found herself in messy storeroom “Go, start working you bitch. We don’t pay you to sleep.”
9 comments:
sweet dreams, harsh reality...
sweet dreams, harsh reality...
everyday dream :)
everyday reality :(
Stark reality.
loved the contrast... well written
Thnaks Reshma, Aneesh, Shushant, Sri Raan Sir and Lakshmi :)
Awwww.. is it child labor that u r trying to put light on?
I like the way you end the posts .. Completely unexpected. This one had the hint of sadness. In a few words, you brought into picture, those countless kids who dream of holding a book but instead end up holding brooms ........
55 fiction .. looks like a kind of sms fiction .... good one.. even in such a short story u were able to deliver the message beautifully .. good work
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