Sunday, April 19, 2009
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.”
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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