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Wednesday, 12 August 2015


The smoke conjured up mysterious, undecipherable images as she smoked them out from her mouth. Smoking had caused a random mass of cells in her body to multiply with brute force, leading to cancer. Doctors, family, friends and well wishers had advised her to give up the untamed habit. Whatsoever, she did not digress, not once. And one day, she had that last cigarette, bled profusely, swearing at 'you-know-who' who was responsible for her fate, and finally her life was on a mute once and for all.

But, the worst part was that she left a ten-year old daughter behind. She died everyday, slowly, and in many ways. It was not cancer, but worse. Only I could not put it in a few words and get done with, like her mother's.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 282


DEE DEE said...

Lovely take on the prompt

Sun Bloom said...

@DEE DEE.. thank you.