When Darkness Blinks: Give Me a Hand

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The Clown

"At times I wonder, if I'm behind that colorful mask that I wear. Perhaps, I don't have a face. It's just a procession of hundred eyes trying to see inside me.... where I'd stopped existing a long time back. But if you smile you'll probably find me in one corner of your eyes."

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Give Me a Hand

Stamped: 5:06 PM

A heart glowed on the road down his window. Its light hurt his eyes. Won't let him sleep. Never let him sleep in the nights. Closing his eyes won't help. The light made everything that came in its way transparent. He had to get up and go to the window. He found a boy coming down the street, his eyes lowered. He hung his head out and cried -

"Hey there, kid. Would you mind turning the heart off on your way?"

Labels: fiction, flash fiction, hand, heart, kid, light, short story, sleep, story, surreal

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