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.
