#..... The messages added salt to wounds. time passed almost 3 years I forgot everything I was happy and happy forever.. I was pursuing bachleor of education in my city.. that was a girls skull I enjoy their a lot with my colleague and many more. now I take admission for masters I was all over alone not a single person whom I know my eyes. r searching for someone who is of my type... u can call my frnd... All of sudden I met a person. he was all over alone he too have colleagues but deep inside who want to laugh with someone talk with someone........ alone life was like machine for him... I met him I was neutral no feeling I used to see him to decode the mystery which type of person he was..... we keep on talking I found him awesome that big dry eyes... the eyes which have nothing neither love nor fear... a person in his own world...... a loll bit smile yeah a smile with dimple the most cutest part of him which I like the most... my eyes always used to stuck on his dimples.... no no please don't take me wrong I was not attracted towards him or nor I like him... A friend of mine.. we talk we laugh and become good friends...... In our communication I was the most active person he is not interested ...He is a good lister... but when he started speaking there was many points which give me pain.. made me remember my wounded past yeah a past where I trust a lot... where I shattered where I lost confidence trust and many more.... he was my childhood frnd...... my frnd was like him his answers sometimes made me full of anger. continued........ because we r in the# lockdown 2.0and here#these messages added salt to wound
#WritcoStoryPrompt
Write a short story using at least three from the five prompts given:
An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lie
Write a short story using at least three from the five prompts given:
An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lie