She would often pull the chain, and get off at this tiny railway station. At times she had to pay a fine for pulling the chain without reason, but she did not mind.
It took an entire day to roam around the shanty township, spend some time near the pond, and keenly observe every male face that passed by – especially those wearing a cap and the bearded ones with intense eyes. The face haunted her, and she was determined to find him at any cost.
This is where he was seen for the last time. He was her husband’s killer.
Sunday Photo Fiction – June 2, 2019
Creative Experiments and More 
Oh, yes! Compelling and to be continued?
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She sounds very determined. Just a matter of time.
My Sunday story
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Hope so 🙂
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Great story. Heart wrenching.
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Thank you, Tessa!
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Oh my, this really needs to be expanded into a longer story! Hooked me immediately…
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Thank you, DB McNicol!
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