Rubbing his damp palms he answered,” I am his son”. His lids fluttered like butterfly. But their efforts couldn’t dry off the wetness that had risen up in his eyes. A lanky police constable adjusted his position on the chair. “What did you see when you come back”
Her eyeballs wobbled focusing on the clock hung across the wall. The ghost dark room was creepily silent. Rhythemic beat of tic-toc and glowing radium of needles paced up her nerves. It flashed 2 a.m.This was not the first time she had woken up in the middle of her sleep.