tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388637443539171742.post3457539147415032446..comments2024-01-23T17:36:43.391+05:30Comments on 55wordstory: Theme 112 - ContemptVivek Tejujahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07686258084293371624noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388637443539171742.post-25246836341867244482012-08-04T01:00:55.053+05:302012-08-04T01:00:55.053+05:30The weather was beautiful. With forget me not blue...The weather was beautiful. With forget me not blue skies, it seemed to be mocking him; playing him like a fiddle. From nowhere in particular, a singularly monotonous thought squeezed its way through the welter: uninhibited and virulent. All it said was “Life: Thou art a merciless wretch.” And he stared ponderously at his palms.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10698109123602978188noreply@blogger.com