He entered the room of his
ex-girlfriend quietly and tiptoed to her bed.
As he snuggled into the covers with her, she sleepily murmured, “You’re
back so early dear. Weren’t you supposed
to come tomorrow morning?”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“Why is it so pitch-dark?” she wondered aloud.
“There’s no electricity,” he whispered.
The copyright of this story is with
Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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