Micro Stories, Flash Thoughts, Short Poetry

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That ordinary looking scrap of paper had an amazing power: when scratched, it spouted gold. It flew to everyone, and was thrown away. Finally picked by a naïve but curious girl wanting to play, she told everyone when gold came out. But naivety doesn’t cut in this world. The scrap was snatched from her, and tore to pieces as it was fought over. Then they forcefully took most of her gold. Next day, the rest was stolen.


Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

March 15, 2010 at 6:32 am

Posted in Uncategorized

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