Thursday, January 21, 2010

SIMPLY FICTION

       She lay on the bed waiting. He was late. She had called him up an hour ago. He was always late - always busy. He had come. She was too feverish to  hear him open the door and come up the old creaking stairs. He opened the bedroom door  and found her - frail figure, shivering as though she was kept in the freezer. They knew each other since they were little children. One look at her was all he needed. He rushed to her and held her hand. He could feel the pulse. Like an experienced doctor he said accusingly, " U got drenched in the rain yesterday. Dint U?  U have flu."




PS: thanks sorcy for bugging, nagging and  threatening  me to write...:)

12 comments:

Phoenix said...

Good joka .... haha ha

Anonymous said...

nice one dear..yamini

Sorcerer said...

As sanjog would say Nice..NAICshE

this story is Naicshe...

susie said...

thanx for the read phoenix, yams sorcy... :)

Shriram INC. said...

great one!!!i was almost turned on.

санжог said...

HE HE HE you've become naughty.

சக்தியின் மனம் said...

nice one

anishthomas said...

lol, good one :D

函松 said...

Hello~Nice to meet you~..................................................

~*. D E E P A .* ~ said...

good 1

思張張亦 said...

Pen and ink is wits plough...................................................................

翊翊翊翊張瑜翊翊翊 said...

Judge not a book by its cover.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .