Her laundry line is a litany. Blouse, button-ripped. Skirt, stubborn-stained. Underwear for the affairs. They rustle in the wind like rumor.
LOVE the last line! I can hear the rumors on the breeze now.
This one is great.
Thank you for reading and for your kind comments. I appreciate it!
It’s word art, the way you tie the clothes, the wind, and the rumors of a woman all into this story! I love it, and I tweeted it to my friends.
Each lines resonates. Very strong story. I loved it Sharanya.