Timeless Reflections!

There lies a pile of wreckage of what I called, home, until a few days ago. "Where do I find you?" I ask myself. I frantically search through souveniers of our life, crumpled in the quake. The hunger pangs strike again. I search, frantic- and, I find you.

And I tear at your flesh.

Hunger.


P.S : About 55 Fiction

A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:

• Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
• A setting,
• One or more characters,
• Some conflict, and
• A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)