An Idiotic Idea

Lights were off, for even after five years her perspective remained unchanged. His touch was delicate; he was thinking of her cherished pots and was always scared of breaking them.

A funny idea crossed his mind, “Why are not three in a row?”

 He laughed.

“What?”

“Just an idiotic idea.”

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Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50’ hosted by The Moving Quill