In her well lit living room with big glass windows, Nirmala could not understand what made Bhola so afraid in such a beautiful setting. With little time at hand to engage in the flight of fantasy, Nirmala had work to do. Find a replacement for Bhola, find a school for her son and generally put the place in order.
The whistling kettle reminded Nirmala that she needed a cup of tea. “Who plugged the kettle?” wondered Nirmala, “who else, but Nikhil?”
As she looked for Nikhil who was nowhere to be found, a whiff of cold air caressed Niramala’s face.
Word Count: 100
Read : Scared
Photo Prompt : J Hardy Carroll