Monday, August 4, 2014

Life in death

A cool breeze cut through the warm sunshine as a shiver ran down her spine. She walked gingerly towards him. He always greeted her with a smile and enticed her with goodies. She never gave-in, mindful of her mother’s advice. But today, she was enamored by the sight. He had only one thing on his mind.

They spotted him from a distance. The bright, pink-colored candy floss and the bunch of red, yellow and blue balloons gave him away that day. The gunshot left her in a state of shock for sometime. But it saved the little girl from being scarred and leading a shattered life.

Image: Milliped, via Wikimedia Commons

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