The trip back was silent as Har slept exhausted by the day’s events and the roughing up in the morning. She jerked Har awake after pulling up at his curb. When Har dizzily entered the house, the room folded flat around him.
Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of The Thread & Namratha at namysaysso.com
Author’s note: This tiny tale is an extract from my recently published book, Maya & the Mind Mystics. To see more details, click here.
Categories: Tiny tales