Ripping Monsoon

Reads: 133  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story wrote for a Skylark challenge. Now here it is.

Submitted: December 07, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: December 07, 2016

A A A

A A A


Ripping Monsoon

With every strike of lightening her fear started gripping her heart and emptiness prevailed over her mind. The rolling tears in her eyes soon dissolved into the cold rain drops on her skin. She begin running, splashing, cutting water currents she moved forward. The place once she known had appeared like a vast ocean to her. She shouted and cried for help. She looked in every direction but couldn't find her daughter. It cause her to feel Dismay. For she has known many a blast, she didn't give up and started moving towards her house.

The flowing current of flood had Swept every existence of life in the locality. The monsoon season that she liked the most now had brought a river of tears and misery in her life.

Her heart started pounding harder as she saw her house crashed and every part of it floating on water. Every bit of hope left sink into the deepest part of her heart. She lost everything she had. She looked for her daughter but she was nowhere to be found.

Sun started to set and soon the darkness covered the area. Next morning when she opened her eyes she found herself wrapped in a muddy rag, with a warm air constantly touching her skin. She unwrapped and found her daughter squeezing her tight asleep. Her vacuum heart once again filled with joy, kissing her daughter she cried tears of happiness.

~Fahmida


© Copyright 2017 FAHMIDA. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by FAHMIDA

A MESSAGE TO THE WORLD

Short Story / Children Stories

A BEAUTIFUL DREAM

Poem / Poetry

Flying balloon

Poem / Poetry

Popular Tags