Hundred-worders were never my thing until I joined WordPress. Then, I wrote a couple of them. Now, with two participations in Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge, (including this one), my formerly practically non-existent mini-fiction skills are getting some exercise. And the added benefit is that I’m blogging today although I have a Maths exam tomorrow. So, here we go:
“Where are mommy and daddy, Didi?” Divya’s chubby little three-year-old sister asked her. “They’ll be with us soon, baby. Go to sleep,” she said, looking through the leaves at the bloodied corpses of her parents shot down by Muslims a hundred yards away.
On the other side of the newly-formed border, Asif did the same, cursing the Hindus, while the carnage continued. The throat of another man in a blue kurta was slit before his very eyes as he continued watching. Two children, separated by a border and a god, wept while the two nations continued their sanguineous parade.