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Short story By: Mridara
Gay and lesbian

- Mridara

His eyeballs moved erratically- to and fro- like he was having a bad dream. His face was twisted and sweaty with pain and exhaustion, his hair swayed in the mild current of the water, the flood and sewage water lapped gently at his wheatish brown skin. Agitated people, the flood water, a hovering helicopter and the dark thunderous sky surrounded him. Nothing could disturb him as he floated in blissful pain in an unearthly dream, a dream that took him to a strange place with an eerie dark tunnel, he saw a blinding white light at the end of the tunnel. The light shined pure and beautiful, it burned at his unclean soul, it gnawed at every ridge of his body, enticing and beckoning him. He stopped floating and sank to the floor where his foot touched something heavy and oozy. It was tar – liquid tar.

Submitted:Sep 11, 2011    Reads: 16    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   



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