2:00 am. Bhusawal station. Drenched empty roads. She stepped out, into a puddle. Her tears mingled with the raindrops. Her red stilettos. Her precious stilettos. Fuck him, she said as she turned back. And there he was, killer smile and all. Relieved, she fell into him, like paper to flame.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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