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Flash fiction: A cup of coffee

Flash fiction:

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Lallan steered sugar in the cup of freshly brewed coffee inside the apartment. The room was damp and dark. Perfume wafted in the air. He peered through the grey curtain and not a soul could be spotted down the aisle. The strong scent of the Ayurvedic soap made him feel a burning sensation inside his nostril. Still, he was drawn to the perfume that lured his senses. He took a coffee sip and left it to be consumed by flies. He spilled the liquid over the inert body in the dark. Her blood smattered body lay breathless on the floor. It was not his last crime and the coffee tasted heavenly.




Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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