Thursday, December 9, 2010

60 word fiction

The cigarette hung impossibly suspended between his index and middle fingers. He turned towards her, and watched the last rays of the Bombay evening do a tap-dance across her face. She turned away, and now her almond eyes seemed to be taking in all of Malabar Hill, on the other side of the water. There was nothing to be said.

1 comment:

sushruthi said...

Such vivid, gorgeous imagery. =]

(Forgive the comment-spam. I'm a little jobless, as is evident)