As published in Cilantro Central (Aug-Sept 2012) issue.
“She was looking him directly in the eye, not sure if he can see her, the one who gave her an existence to lock her in it. Content being a wandering thought in his mind she was, until he pleaded and begged for her to materialize on that blank space, she got scattered into a hundred words with a white back ground, only to be looked at once every blue moon. All her dreams and his promises of giving her wings and make her fly around changing people’s lives, came down to be another word doc. on his hard drive.“
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