|"it is tough deciding between poison and slashing one's wrists. His beloved lay with a gunshot wound to the head, it looked like a "bindi" that wasn't. She wouldn't wear a jooda, celebrating her marriage. His beloved was dead, in his arms and he was about to follow her...if only the choice was easy..."
He: That's exactly 55 words! and based on a real incident...
She: Who is this? Did you stop him? What timeline do you talk about? And why does this come as a mail, instead of a blog-post.
He: This was in news recently... do I look like capable of murder! How abt hosting this on ur blog? (as a favour to me and to confuse the 'ell out of folks?)
All of this because:
You are tagged to write a short-story on your respective blog...the whys of which I know not.
Word-limit = 55 words.
Psst...nobody guns you down if you do not adhere to the word-limit. ;-)
And 'He' of the quoted verses refuses to resurrect his blog. If his blog were Evanescence, it would sing Bring me to life...