AC is a darn miracle, Mirae wrote. Her scratchy writing was small, and slightly smudged on the crinkled, coffee-stained envelope. Loose papers, mostly scraps from when Mirae could find them, dotted her room in neat piles stacked high.
Each contained a sentence, or two, that she would write every day, for years on end. Mirae wiped her brow, slick with sweat, and turned on her fan.
AC was a luxury she could not afford, and Mirae didn't plan on working anytime soon. Retirement funds could cover most of what she needed.
Mirae was no longer young, having lived a long life full of twists and turns. Mirae lived alone, unmarried with no children.
Every now and then, through her curtains, she'd catch a glimpse of a little kid riding by on a bike.
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Short Stories: Here and There
किशोर उपन्यासA compilation of my ideas and characters into short and quick-to-read chapters! There'll be everything from across many different genres, but it'll be mostly romance and slice-of-life orientated. In other words, this is an "idea dump", these short c...
