|Posted on 20 April, 2015 at 11:25|
"Give some rest to your eyes, enough rolling the pupil, searching the next plot for your story?" he asked.
"I don't write with what my pupil sees around, I write what it sees, when my eyelids meet" I said.
"I know, just kidding, so all your stories are from within?"
"Yeah," I smiled and adjusted to sit comfortably in the bike, and we had a nice ride, together.
"So, what's the story today," he asked, when I waved my bye before he left.
"You," I said.
"So, am within you?"
"Always!" I thought.
Categories: Micro Stories and Short Stories