This was her first night in the house. Nirmala had hoped for a sound sleep after a long day. She was wrong. As she switched off the light, a consolidated mass of darkness enveloped her. Whistle of train engines from station nearby, occasionally pierced the silence.
Not sure when she had dozed off, Nirmala woke up to an uncomfortable sensation of being watched. Wanting to check on her son, Nirmala could not locate he slippers. “How have these have moved near the chair?” Nirmala wondered looking at the gently rocking easychair, “I had left them by bedside?”
Word Count : 97
Read : Unplugged Kettle
This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 26th, Jul, 2019, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here
Photo Prompt : Sandra Crook