Street of South Abbort

Abstract

South Abbort Street, a quiet street, except after 8 pm when dogs set free themselves from the shackles of public rush during day hours. Houses of the streets, conscious of the situations around, engulf themselves in the darkness. Solemnly, she mounted on her bed and thought about the house in neighbourhood. These thoughts and images filtering through these thoughts displeased her. The house nearby has the possession of an Old man on the death bed. His face, like a canvas, carved with untimely wrinkles told the story of human destiny.