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The Cross - Flash Fiction |
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| by Ananya S Guha |
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He always failed in mathematics in school. He refused to understand what difference it would make to his life, to learn or discover what time one train crossed the other.
Then he discovered slowly that life was a criss cross. Then one day he discovered the Cross. He wept for his sins. He wept. In old age now, he lives in an Old Age Home. No one weeps for him. Sometimes he reads Camus' ''Outsider''. |
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| 10-Mar-2013 | ||
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