SHE – II – A (very) short story
Her phone rings. SHE goes out. I get up and kick the ball hard, very hard. Ball hits the wall, then another wall and then the vase. Vase fall down, makes a sound. SHE returns to the room. I am collecting the broken pieces. The ball is stationary, lying in passage but in a different place, waiting, again.
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