Up and down, up and down little Nina was going on those steps. Meera asked her to stop it, ‘You will lose balance, there ain’t no railings there’.
But Nina wouldn’t listen. She was busy saying something. Meera got close and heard her talking, then stopping to listen, then talking again.
A mother yearns for a daughter
Whom she cannot birth in this lifetime
But misses her still
And buys trinkets, anklets, pink boots and all things girly
Storing in the old box
Hoping someday she will find the daughter whom she loves
<<Microstories in 42 words>>
‘Is this tiny Santa all you stole? Tell the truth boy’, said the policeman looking at the boy. He looked of about 10 or 12, shabby clothes, unkempt hair, tears creating a neat path on his dirty face.
Wishing to be taller slimmer younger richer is wasted
Wish for peace and health
On the wishing well
This post is written for Three Line Thursday. As the name suggests, we get to write 3 lines on a Thursday for a picture prompt.
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