55 Fiction: The Message

Where are you?”

20 mins away. Traffic’s awful!

Told you to leave early. Happens every time. When will you learn?

Sorry! Make it up? :-* ”

You better. We’re going to miss the start:( ”


She wondered why he wouldn’t answer 30 mins later not realising the sirens were headed towards his car crushed under a truck.

***This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.***

Until next time,



It was 12 year old Nina’s first day of high school and she knew things were going to be different. A new place with new people who didn’t know her or anything about her history.
She entered with an air of confidence and went to her class for roll call.

Just as the teacher came to the letter M, she heard the dreaded words: “Allison McCall” and the response “Here”.


It couldn’t be…she couldn’t be here.

She looked in the direction of the familiar voice and saw her — Allison — with a smirk on her beautiful face.

The pain, the humiliation, the fear, the guilt — all these uncomfortable emotions came rushing back to Nina — Allison would never ever let her forget and get on with her life.

No, thought Allison, correctly reading Nina’s mind; she’d never let Nina get away with the murder of her twin. Because no matter what the police thought, Allison knew that an 8 year old Nina had stood gleefully watching Allison’s twin drown in front of her eyes.

Until next time,