When Darkness Blinks: The Week Spent Inside A Palm

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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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The Week Spent Inside A Palm

Stamped: 9:16 AM

"I'm back", he said. And yet, none answered.

The darkness knocked on her cheekbones. But the door was locked. She slept stagnant on her mute heart. She recognized none anymore.

He pressed his ears on her heart for the last time and whispered, "I'm back".

Labels: darkness, death, fiction, flash fiction, heart, life, love, pain, palm, short story, story, surreal, surrealism

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