There is so much commotion around me.
Standing at the railway platform where we usually met, I remember the last time I saw her. She was crying out in extreme agony; she could not bear the pain. I had to let go of her. I was helpless.
Today, I am here to meet her — three months after her death.
As I wait for her to come, I am seeing my dead body being removed off the tracks.
This is my first attempt at writing. I know it is bad .. but, I am a learner 🙂
The above form of writing is called a 77 Fiction, where we write a short fiction story in 77 words or less (title length not included).