Flash

    The minister entered the room, smiling. She was dressed elegantly for the press-meet. He smiled clumsily on seeing her, even as he adjusted the lens. There was too much light; he pulled back the curtains. There was a tiny flash of light. It was a good shot. He closed the window and disassembled the gun.











This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Every weekend, we give out creative writing themes to rekindle the love of writing in all you creative writers.



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