Friday’s 55 Fiction : Caught In Her Own Web?
Narrow crowded by-lanes are always a sight. The vehicles honking incessantly; the hawkers shouting, trying to outdo each other; women haggling with the vendors, children eyeing the toys, greedily… she observed nonchalantly.
Listlessly, she bought a few things and rushed out. “Perfect!” she smirked.
“Madam, your bag”…said the panting boy.
And the bomb exploded.