The Prisoner & The Mango

 

 

She screeched again as I tried to move again. Okay…fine…am not moving…I said. She hurled another one at me–successfully dodged. Not juicy…ehh…I asked her. She looked at me with fiery eyes and picked up another one. She looked around and then slowly chewed the top off and then vigourously started peeling the mango with her long slender fingers keeping it between her foot. How is it…I asked. She doesn’t reply. She was sucking the mango with her eyes closed while her child, atlast was at comfort, sucking her nipple quietly with its eyes closed.

 

Daily Prompt: Juicy

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Author: Sangbad

A published poet. Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).

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