DAY 27 OF MY CREATIVE WRITING JOURNEY. THE PROMPT WAS TO CONTINUE WRITING AFTER THE SENTENCE ENDS ‘ON A COLD SUNDAY MORNING, SHE LEFT HER HOUSE…’
On a cold misty Sunday morning, she left her house.
Three days later, when her parents returned from a work trip, they found the front door wide open with a thick layer of dust on the floor.
Feeling confused, they called her daughter. They haven’t been able to get in touch with her for last three days.
Their stress was increasing with each step. They peeked into the kitchen where they find that the pan was still on the stove. And a book, opened on page 53, was placed upside down.
It was like as if she was there, the previous moment, making the curry and finishing the book.
PS – This is the 27th day of my journey to write everyday for next one year.
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