The Thin Line
With trembling hands she scratched them off one by one. Jaywalking into a bus. Free falling from her 25th floor penthouse. Drowning in the bathtub. Slashing…no too cliché. ODing on valium – a definite maybe. But there was no painless death, was there? Her last entry in the journal read: "I'll live to see him regret."
Bound by memories...
It wasn't every night that he bared his soul to a stranger. But this wasn't just another night. He talked about the first glance, the fleeting looks and.... the love. Sia was long gone now, but he still ached. Running her fingers through his hair, the stranger cooed, "At least you aren't a virgin anymore!"
Neighbour's envy, owner's pride
She watched as the hip chick got onto the train. From the swish of her straightened hair to the unclasping of her tote bag; to the flicking open of a shiny compact, a hand sanitiser, a high end phone – Meena's eyes drank in everything. With six children envy was the only thing she could afford.
