Micro fiction

10^th December morning

 

 

 

 

  10^th December morning ; the sky turned in to grey. The north - eastern wind shacked a piece of

 

 .used cloth got stock in the barbed – wire a round the fence  behind the faculty

.The boy was singing

.Cloudes mixed together and turned in to the thick masses 

.The boy leaned on the cement wall

The girl put the red capsules on her palm 

       . The girl took capsules all at once. her eyes were gaped wide 

.She took the glass of water  

.A luminous long line split the right corner of the sky 

         . The boy was singing 

       .The roar of the sky choked off his song 

.The girl cried 

.The boy was singing in rain. his cloth turned darker 

  

.11^th December morning; the sky was blue. The used cloth in the barbed – wire didu′t move   

.The coffin was put in the grave. The grave was filled  with soil 

  The girl sat on the wooden chair in the passeg way behind the faculty and

.looked at the cigarete butts scatering around 

.The pale cloth in the barbed – wire calmed 

 

 

 

 

         

               written by :Mostafa  Asadi

                      December   2004