Status-Unmarried (Flash Fiction)

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"I think she is a witch".

"How can you be so sure?"

"She got divorced and she is living alone. Rumors are she killed her husband and planned a theory"

Two friends conversation was interrupted by their mothers.

"It's going to be dark soon, enough play for today."

She never got outside her house except for work and necessity to live, neither did anyone got inside her world. She knew the talk, she knew what it is going to be like when she said no to that final marriage proposal. She still is struggling with her decision but decision was hers. The two story home she brought never got celebrated like she wanted, she felt homeless to the world. Those who whisper behind her back, those steps who never crossed the boundary of the doormat, they will never know. Rooms filled with memories of all the places she's been to, a pretty collection of gifts she kept, that LED she brought to enjoy theatre at home. 

Rumors lock the truth in such special storehouses that it's never found again. When truth is lost, how can one expect a same life to be found again. Every decision's foundation has a hidden story behind which is so naive from the start that it never comes out of the curtain.

Let me tell you another truth, That naive story, it was never written by one person. Someone else's s ignorance, ego, behaviour was a part of it.


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  1. hrr162January 19, 2023 at 9:44 AM

    No house is big enough for some people and their ego to exist together..

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