“Mr. Dawson, I’m sorry for your loss.” One of the cops speak but I barely see his face. Red and blue lights flicker as a yellow convertible laments in flames circled by dismayed faces. Yet, I keep calling. The sun sets in tears as I wait for her to answer.

Abhijith is a university graduate from southern India who likes writing micro fictions and musings. A steaming cup of latte and sunset walks is all he need to free fall into thoughts, connecting words that express emotions.