A hide out

A hide out


He fears mornings. In fact, he hates it to an extent that he ensures that no ray of light peeps its way inside the dilapidated structure. 

Being a morning person, his productivity always peaked sitting across the window, inhaling the fresh morning breeze and feeling the warmth of sunlight on his face, while writing articles for newspapers and magazines.

But it was not like it used to be. An article in a leading daily condemning the government’s economic policies had turned a prominent name into the state’s enemy.

He now stays like a refugee in his own state.


Here’s another edition of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Much thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s prompt.

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