It was an evening of 1990; she was frantically running around like an untethered sheep gone astray from its flock, bumping into people she didn’t know. It was raining like it never rained before, bringing down all the dirt and filth of the city, with it came her pride that she had been guarding all her life, wearing it like an armor of steel that could somehow protect her from the world. All in vain, for now she felt naked, people stared at her while the blood was dripping from her clothes. She ran towards the hospital, ignoring all the eyes that were on her…
To be continued.
Plants That Never Bloom 