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WHO STOLE MY HONEY? (99 words)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Neha opened the windows and the memories came flooding by.
“What’s your favourite colour? Wait, let me guess”.
They were at the restaurant corner table. His piercing eyes boring into hers, smiling cockily the way truly tall, dark, and handsome among mortals do.
“But I am so dark?” she had said, inflecting her voice to sound hurt.
“No. But because you are one__ lovely, loving, and lovable.
Thus saying, the hunter had won over the hunted; the flower dripped clear of all her
She gave one last look at the withered orchids__bent and wasted__, and then jumped.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle