Ammini was married off at the age of 12 to a tyrant, who beat her for his coffee not being hot enough or if she read his magazines before he could. He fathered four kids and none of them batted an eyelid when he hit her with firewood. She wished that she could cook on kerosene stoves and dreamed of reading peacefully under the mango tree. One sunny morning as he sat for his meal, he choked on a drumstick and fell dead. She didn't cry for losing him. She was glad all the firewood were taken for the pyre. This was published in Friday Flash fiction on April 15th 2022. |
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