Boredom on a fierce rampage, insisted to go on a budget one Tuesday. To seal the bond, I wore two hats on my head, and stuffed myself with formidable levels of ice creams. The teeth complained. I ate another chocolate and threw the wrapper nearby. The ants sought refuge under my computer. like the refugees in India, they were banished.
The eyes zoomed out to take in the chilly face brushed by a dwindling breeze. The throat parched for something. A virus reproducing already? Your face before me wasn’t the face in mind with a cherished smile absent on yours. A wipeout. My greys mocked the black hair of yours. How was prison? You asked. Great, lot of freedom. Get back into it, said the government and the court.
Merlin flower is an independent artist and writer.