Short Stories


A silent week. In a season peak. A giant volcano eruption came to the land. Some stared at the TV screen. Some prayed at the temporary migration station. That was a shocking year end for everybody.

A young man stepped on the remote territories. There was nothing but the flakes of volcanic dust. And the dead body founded near his knees.

He gazed at the white, white landscape. Spotted a woman moves from the red area. Making her way with the foot dragged.

Grey is the rescue team jacket he wore. Grey is the ash she shed above her nose. Grey is the conversation they torn.

“Why do you come? I have rejected you.” He stood on the bridge with the leftover emotion.

“I reject your rejection.” She wrapped the mask, as her step getting closer.

At that moment he had just realized. Grey, is the color of her eyes.


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