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Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory

My hand lifts instinctively to strike. The precision comes from years of practice. Every morning at 5 am, it is a ritual that forms an integral part of my daily routine.The strike is done with closed eyes only guided by the sound of the target. The fearful target whines in an almost melancholic shriek. WithContinue reading “Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory”

Beard

It never emerged It was cut to size In the morning Like a ritual Always This time It emerged When we were alone Like a shadow Darker We spent time Alone and together It stayed As a friend Close Bit unkempt Some strands of grey Whichever way It still remained Friend over the days ItContinue reading “Beard”