Short Story :The Pen

my-pen                                                   

* Pen Drops from the desk*

He kneels …

Picks it up in slow motion …

His eyes looking at  the back …..

His hands searching for the pen on the floor.

This was the third time his pen dropped in the maths class.

This was the third time he catches her glimpse.

Yet again, their eyes met …

Yet again, they blushed.

But this time someone eyes met his eyes too.

*A DAY AFTER*

the pen drops

He kneels…

Looks back …

Catches glimpse of her …

Their eyes meet…

They blush …

But this time she noticed his blue-black swollen eye.

She smiled.

He smiled.

The bully exhaled in anger.

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