Twins

A Story by harishbabu

experiments with micro writing. From my Diary "Far from O. Henry and Maupassant"

“Where is your sister? Where? Where? I saw her playing with you. Did she fall down? Did you hurt her? Weren't you born together? Still why you are so cruel to her? Where is she? Where? Where?”

Mamma asked

“She must be here only mamma, in the garden… with grand father. With great grand father too…with a nice golden board beside her head..

BIRTH…..

DEATH….

HERE RESTS OUR TREASURE…”

Dear readers, I am Greeshma. I am six years old. Shall I go now? I have to help my mother having her medicine. Otherwise she will ask the same questions tomorrow.

Bye!