I’m right here…( <1 min read)

The faint ray of candle cannot penetrate the darkness, yet I hear its flame waving clearly.

I’m waiting, Maya…

Our kids say – ‘…even Ma wouldn’t forgive you…’

Haven’t you, Maya? Yes, I was drunk that night and I wish I was the one who died in the accident…

auto-aftermath

The candle suddenly blows out and a cold icy wind fills the room; my heart beats faster than ever.

Are you here?

I can hear faint whispers.

Am I a murderer, Maya? I want to know from you…

How can you murder someone who’s still alive inside you…‘, a voice whispers.


Word count – 99

Written for – Friday Fictioneers