Just as the sister opened the door of the stairway that she climbed down, to step foot on the 14th floor, across the corridor, the lift opened and out stepped her well-known neighbor, Me.
Both our faces were white, our bones weak with horror.
She knew something, the sister, I was sure. So did my mother. And so did I.
We all knew different pieces and parts.
Parts were the only thing in the world, that could make a whole. The sister kept repeating to herself.
We both turned to face my flat.
The door was ajar, as usual.
Night had fallen...it was almost midnight by then.
The sister struggled to see in all the darkness. But there was something...on the floor....inches away from the door. She shuddered.
I pushed the door wide open and in front lay...my mother.
The sister recoiled. The lady's blood was spilled all over the tiles. Her face as if stricken with pain. Her skin stained with tears.
Oh God no, no no. Mom. I was screaming on the inside. But on the outside, silence prevailed.
A sudden voice shook the sister violently as she was thrown back in surprise.
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Striking Blue
Mystery / ThrillerNot only a story of a girl fighting through her reality but also a realization that most of us, if not all, would go through heaven and hell...for mystery, for solutions...and most importantly for the ones that we love. She lost her best friend to a...
