By
Riya Das in
Poetry |
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“Save me”, were his last words as he bled to death.
The sky was as red as his uniform, riddled with holes
And he begged and he pleaded through his few, final breadths.
The white daisies growing around him looked quite out of place
But after his end, his face seemed peaceful as if just laid to re Read More...
Published on Feb 26,2021 12:08 PM
By
Riya Das in
Stories |
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“The Royal Enclave has a wonderful view of the city. Should I book a table for us there, Colin?”
“Well yes, you can do so. How about the buffet from nine?”
“Very well, then. Yes, looking forward to meeting you as well.”
Beep. The phone went black and Eva lay back on her chair. Her satin, Read More...
Published on Feb 26,2021 12:02 PM
