He was sitting at the desk, she was embroidering by the fireplace. She stopped and lifted her eyes. All she could see was his head slightly bent forward. There had been silence for a while in the room.
"Are you writing, my love?" she asked.
"No", he uttered with a broken voice, "I'm bleeding", a teardrop splashing over the black ink on the ivory paper.
YOU ARE READING
Mind the Gap (by Noor Lung) English
General FictionMind the Gap is a collection of fiction short stories. They vary in style, themes, tone, characters and length. The aim is to provide a different lens colour to look to reality. It's also the sandbox where I tried different voices, where I experimen...