Puzzle - #Microfiction

Puzzle – #Microfiction

 

Raghav looked at it proudly. Finally, he was able to complete the jigsaw puzzle. He’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.

“Gold dust does not flow easily into a cluttered, crowded situation”, he remembered his father’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