Sunday, April 19, 2009

Go

One spring morning, they woke up to open prison doors and missing guards...

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

(Bad) Luck By Chance

Hospital. He lay in bed. She came naked. Breasts, chest; their crotches met. He moaned in ecstasy, or was it pain? The anaesthesia faded, his dream ended. Sunstroke, ambulance, hospital... – now it all made sense. She came, caressed him (again). He felt the stitches, and her breath – “I’m Dr Vidhi. We stole your kidney. Now, rest.”