#1
When he comes,
He touches my skin, soothing every part of me.
He comes, leaves; and comes back to me. Everytime. Everywhere.
He is rain.
#2
They're just tiny droplets. Pouring down from the blue.
But, when they touched me,
They murdered every pain and discomfort, still alive in my heart.
#3
She walked in. Evil.
It was patient. Kind. Warm.
It didn't take interest in others' sins.
But, lived in the truth.
She walked out. Angel.
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Terribly Tiny Tales
RandomDear Reader, This is a random collection of micro-fiction stories under 1400 characters. Love you all. Take care. Thank You. Sincerely, Protithi.
