Puzzle - #Microfiction

Puzzle – #Microfiction


Raghav looked at it proudly. Finally, he was able to complete the jigsaw puzzle. Heโ€™d searched for that missing piece for hours, but with no success. Ultimately, he found it lying in front of his eyes, untouched and useless, but not anymore.

โ€œGold dust does not flow easily into a cluttered, crowded situationโ€, he remembered his fatherโ€™s words.

Such a small piece, yet vital to the whole scheme of things, he thought.

The time was unearthly. Beams of filtered moonlight passed through a small window pane.

He opened the lock towards his freedom with a devilish grin on his face.


Written for Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 4