The silent girl( 1 min read)

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I’m new to this city.

This place is my favorite; it’s only a few steps away from my apartment. I silently watch the people – the grumpy widow, that newly married couple, the grieving man and that little girl in her father’s arms.

They hardly ever notice me. I read their expressions since their language is foreign to me.

That’s what I like the most here. I can choose to be myself, not a mute wife or an obedient daughter.

But sooner or later they’d find out my real identity –

Meera Basu, who murdered her alcoholic and abusive husband.


img_7557Bikurgurl 2017 Written by Chirasree Bose for100 Word Wednesday: Week26

Word count: 97

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