The Silver Box with Red Eyes: A Long Sidlak on Microwave

Daily Prompt: Automatic 


He was then

three only, he was spending

Summer vacation at my

House. One noon, I was writing, Didi was

Washing his clothes. He ran to me with BLACK

Face. Frightened.

Before, I asked him what

The matter was, heard a beep.

It was our microwave that was on. And

The automatic RED light, with the beep, of the silver box, that had scared him so much.


From Poet’s Desk:

I’ve taken again liberty to extend the genre of Sidlak. To know more read Sidlack: A New Format I Stumbled On & Fall in Love–Instantly & Insanely.


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