Attempted murder

Ashu looked at the man facing him. He had liked him before, but despised him now. It had to be done; the fellow’s faults were incorrigible. He raised his gun and fired a shot. Some splinters flew and he fainted, his hand still clutching the gun.


The next week Ashu’s family visited him at the mental asylum. Back home, the broken mirror was getting a new pane.

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6 comments on “Attempted murder

  1. rusted_irony says:

    I study in New York, maybe that’s why we still dissect.

  2. Anonymous says:

    hmm….

  3. yes I wish I could be like ashu…

  4. prettydingo says:

    oh so many times I have felt the need for a gun, lucky Ashu !

  5. ann_oo says:

    Lol….
    Love & Prayers,Anu

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