“No breeze, not even a draft,” an incredulous Nirmala stared at the gently rocking chair, “yet it looks like someone is sitting on the chair?”
“Is someone in the room?” wondered Nirmala, “ howis it really possible? Can a spirit shuttle between worlds, like a sea plane flies in air and also floats on water?”
“What nonsense has gotten into my mind,” Nirmala, a hardcore rationalist, tried to shake off her chain of thoughts and opened the door to her son’s room, “there must be an explanation.”
“Nikhil, where is my son?“ a shrill cry woke, Nirmala’s husband, Nikhil up from his sleep.
Word Count : 103
Read : Under Watch
Photo Prompt : Ted Strutz