It was heard again from the bathroom; I went and before I say s’thing, she grasped her breath and said am pregnant. I hold the door to prevent my fall from the sudden blow of her words; how can this be happening…Unicorn can’t fail…it can’t fail…or has it…yes it had…again. She with puffed red eyes looked at me and hisses shoot me…like you had done before; Unicorn can’t fail…but, it has failed…again…a sensation arouses inside me as I looked at her sweaty red face…is it what was known as love…

Three Line Tales Week 57


Daily Prompt: Doubt

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.


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