artwork by Ulrike Bolenz

She sat in one corner of the compartment; nubile, soft and delicate.

On her journey to a land far, where resided her sole happiness.

She was totally unawares, of the dangers that evening that lurked; eyes that were constantly kept on her, ready any moment to pounce.

As the train began to move, the whistle blew sending signals far; as the steam rolled the wheels, her assailants too went on a raping spree.

Her cries for help and mercy so drowned underneath the train's chugging noise, that, even the angel high above couldn't save her honour, on well on time.

This post is for Magpie Tales 270
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  1. A sad world we live in Nandini.
    Anna :o]

  2. A very sad end indeed! Is there no hope?

  3. It's a well-written but a sad story.

  4. thanks a lot everyone :-)


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