This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 29; the 29th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is ‘TWO MINUTES’.
He realized she was dead. He untied the lace to remove the polythene cover from her radiant face and he slept with the dead body. Later in the morning, reports said that she died due to breathing difficulty, which caused heart attack. He was the happiest person in the world and that’s a perfect murder!
She doubted whether angels exist or not?
‘Of course, angels exist and I live with them,’ he said.
She was surprised a bit, and she asked, ‘Really?’
He clarified her saying, ‘Can’t you see an angel here?’
She turned pink on seeing her photograph. He hugged her and said, ‘Sweetheart I love you!’
He had been there quite a few times, though it was strange, when he experienced that, he had gone mad. He checked if her breath was normal to reassure that what had happened in the last two minutes were dreams, but that mysterious feeling terrified him. He whispered in her ears, ‘Love You!’ She smiled!