Haunted

Jaibala/ July 5, 2014/ Short Stories

She could feel his breath on her neck, his arm wound around her tightly. She did not want him to know how much she was enjoying these moments of unabashed affection.

As he slowly leaned in to kiss her, the doorbell rang and she had to wake up to take the milk.

Wide awake now, she could not believe he had been gone for a month. She was learning to live without him, except for her dreams.

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Academically a Microbiologist, I am a Web Columnist for popular magazines and websites, Freelance Writer and a Blogger. Words define me and writing and reading compete to be the love of my life. My biggest belief is that there is something good in everything and I always looks to highlight the best in things. Creative writing is my forte.You can reach me by dropping a mail at contact@jaibalarao.com