"Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream"
Abhinav was trying on Gauri's new pumps. He had to be careful nobody saw him. He most certainly did not want to spend his last month in school being called a cross-dresser. But the pumps were so appealing. They looked so black and velvety and inviting. It was almost as if they were whispering, "Come, Bhinny. Try us on. Who's going to see?"
So he crept away from the lunch table and oh, it was worth it. The pumps felt like a little piece of heaven. He needed them to be his. But his parents would never agree. What was a boy to do?
Just as he was pondering his dilemma, Gauri came prancing into class, eager to spend a few minutes alone with her best birthday gift yet. She stopped short when she saw Abhinav.
She stared at him. He stared at her.
"Abhin-" she was interrupted by a knife plunging into her heart.
Abhinav smiled. It was a slow, dark, odd smile.
He looked at the pumps and murmured, "We'll never be apart again, my precious."
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Fancy
RandomA collection of really short stories, one about each of the people in my class during my last year in school.
