In the thunderclap
she hears her name.
Last one in,
the moth enters
before the door closes.
Silence unlike the charity dinner
there- selfies first.
Deciding where to land
her brown curls,
flow down.
She combs her hair,
the length of a girls dream.
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50 word stories: The Old Man
The lightning pace, bowed head, and concealing clock when footsteps behind him like a hundred horses echoed- memories only he seemed to hold.
That time. Those other times. He sighs as the churning crowd whirls. Once he was someone; not a dirty shadow on a meandering walk to nowhere.
Rijul Ballal 