This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ‘Frozen’ at Lillie McFerrin Writes
He took the first sip from the glass of malt which he had prepared and sat on the recliner adjacent to the window.
Aksh, once a teetotaler had turned alcoholic due to the tragic accident involving his wife and his 5 year old kid.
Bereaved and bereft of smile, melancholy had engulfed him as his life had come to a sluggish halt.
Days, nights, dates, months didn’t matter to him as he only awaited the arrival in his huge Mughal style patriarchal house.
Just as he turned his face from the window, Aksh froze when all of a sudden he saw his wife standing in front of him, scars all over her face, asking for some ice.