55 fiction!

1. Her fingers danced up and down the fingerboard, experimenting with tones and colours, like an artist. Her face was incomprehensible, ecstasy at one moment, then a map of wrinkles the next. Her neighbours have long-diminished her as a manic, with her wild, indecipherable gestures and obsessive concentration. She was deaf, but music knows no boundaries.


[for my favourite team Manchester United:]
2. The girl lay, inanimate, on her bed. On the television set, however, history was unfolding.

11.50pm. Manchester United 0, Arsenal 0. The girl wheezed; her time was almost up.

11.55pm. Nothing.

Then, abruptly, “GOAL!!!” Manchester United has won the Champions League. The girl’s eyes opened in a last flash of comprehension, and she passed on.


3. We disembarked, and I was helped into a waiting ambulance, I heard conversation all around me:

“How long has it been already?”
“We need to hurry; the hospital is twenty minutes away!”

Inside the ER, a little boy’s parents were waiting anxiously. Finally, the doors burst open and a voice announced. “The heart is here!”

Thanks for reading!

love,

shanjee