This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story with a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.
Waiting to go Home
Fall came on time this year.
Promising more solitude and hurt.
That day when I last breathed fear.
And my last cries went unheard.
Their cigarettes burnt my sensitive skin.
That day they raped my soul within.
At the E-48 route alone.
Still waiting here to go home.
In remembrance of the Damini Delhi Rape Case.