“Either work or go to bed,” the voice surprised Nakul, “you have not done much for sometime now.”
“Creepy!” thought a nerveous Nakul as he looked around his study and thought, “whose voice is this?”
“Look up and talk to me,” the voice said, “I am watching you.”
Nakul looked at the central head like structure of the creeper. His wife had procured it from a nursery for his study. Over time, like an octopus, the creeper had spread its branches.
“Time pressue is stressing me out,” Nakul, already fallen behind his submission deadline, thought, “I have to be better organised.”
Word Count : 101
Photo Prompt : Penny Gadd