When Navin visited Sameer after a long time, he did not expect to see ladies’ stuff strewn all around.
“I thought you writers needed cleanliness.”
“My wife just throws them everywhere. Anyway, it suits me. A ‘tidy’ house stifles my imagination.” said Sameer.
The balcony was comparatively empty, with a lone red dress in the drying stand.
As Navin took his leave and walked out, he met his friend, Chand.
“Returning from Sameer’s place? How is he? asked Chand, anxiously.
“His wife passed away last month. Did you notice a prominent red dress? That was what she was wearing.”
Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Janet for the photo.