DEAD FLIES



He was staring vaguely at the ground; his father’s ranting kept going on. His father was not so cruel, his deeds had deserved the best of his father’s soaking yelling. His mother was on her knees already, pleading profusely to pacify her husband

“How could you?” His father started, he kept quiet.
“How could you have impregnated a woman?” His mother sighed pleadingly, his father continued.
“A sick mad woman for that matter; what a shame you have brought on yourself, on me, on us all.” He began to shed tears.
He was sweating and shaking immensely as he jumped off his bed, it was a dream. He looked then at his side, and saw a rag clothed woman.

Comments