Transition of Thoughts

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42 word fiction: The night that was..

Getting out of the train

As the train entered the station, I took my bags and got ready to leave. But the next I remember is hearing the shrieks of my relatives seeing me bleeding.

Even if I had been physically assaulted, I didn’t remember a thing.

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6 Comments

  1. Riots? They are always a nightmare.

  2. Kalpana solsi

    This is scary. Being assaulted and not able to remember anything.

  3. It’s probably best not to remember the attack.

    • aseemrastogi2

      While he doesn’t want to remember it, he just keeps wondering as to what really happened to him.

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