She had seen this coming, somewhere deep
in the clutters of her mind.
She could not pin point to what
had lead it to this juncture, but knew,
that the time had arrived.
The time to say no.
She first ignored the messages.
Thought it safer not to bother
about them at all.
It began to infiltrate her workspace soon.
That also, was something
she learnt to forget about.
But eventually, messages turned
cynically sweeter.
They became flowers.
Chocolates even.
Not something easily digested
(pun intended) by anyone.
The beholder of those
messages had questions.
Answers were sought from her.
She then decided to say no.
The questions were all
given the same answer.
No. No. No.
It could not have been clearer,
bolder or better understood
by anyone else except the beholder.
1 comment:
Nice piece of work, vaish
The beholder shall get answers sought
Dread and apprehension so begotten
Will dwindle and surface naught.....
When the actions are not guileless
When the repercussions not so sweet
The choice to say no be evident
The choice an exemplary feat....
:)
The Glove.
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