Puja sharma
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Memory Boxes
Sara sat down, surrounded by boxes of shiny wood, one ear connected, as usual, to Darrell's breathing, holding herself each time she stuttered - waiting, waiting for her next breath so she could breathe again. . He lay on the bed, curled up next to the baby.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight at the Fountains of Bellagio
About midnight and the evening is so hot and windy desert that it makes me wish I had done a third show with Cirque de Soleil tonight, the aching muscles should be discarded. At least that way I would be in the pool. But I promised my father that I would meet him after work, and it was just a short trip to Caesar's Palace.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
The Ivory Hummingbird
My mother kept her magic on expensive things, and she would take them out to show off her powers every time I visited her. The new item he bought was a hummingbird, carved in ivory, with a red ruby around his throat. It was a fine work of art, but what I thought was a dead elephant for the benefit of some hunter.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
Past Mistake
Georg waited patiently at Tiergarten, a park in the center of Berlin, hidden in a maple tree and a plane near the zoo. It was the first time in February 1933 and he felt a pang of joy and fear coming. Soon their plan would succeed, but in the meantime, the most dangerous part was coming.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
Everlasting
In the morning you find a farmers' market blossoming with flowers and fruit on the sidewalk. Chariots and tables point to the area with their elbows, advertising chard, sunflowers, and lots of crabs. The bridge above beats its unusual heartbeat as the cars run forward over the concrete planks.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
