The call came again today. He rushed with his rickety steps towards the phone just to face dismay once again.
A year later when the call actually rang up, somewhere from some part of the world, a son regretted being the last one to call after his death...
Guilt ate him up since that day onwards...
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Microtales
RandomBite sized stories. Minimalistic stories Drabbles Microfiction All under 100 words Hope on to this journey where I won't elaborate stories. Read them because it hardly requires a few seconds. Decipher the depth of tiny plots. Happy Reading