Fare Thee Well
It is 6 in the morning, I am told by the Warden. The last day of my life begins.
As a final wish I want to tell Malati that she is my first and only love and ask for her forgiveness.
For raping her twenty years ago on a college excursion in a drunken state.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. This week’s theme required bloggers to write a post on what would happen on the last day of one’s life and begin with “It is 6 in the morning”. It feels good to be back to writing fiction in my favourite 55 word format.