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His last wish #Drabbleweek #55fiction

He struggled but his breaths were getting shorter.

He wanted to hear her incessant chatter, witness the cute dimples when she smiled. He wanted to survive. Would this be his last wish?

Suddenly he felt life being pumped into him.

“At last a place to charge my phone.”

There was relief in her voice too.


Word count: 55

Written in response to the day 2 prompt " His last wish" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.


  1. Uma, this was brilliant!! What a clever idea to personify a phone :)

  2. haha! total truth these days! :D

    1. Seriously, Abha! especially when you are outdoors and have no place to charge!

  3. Awesome. And pretty much how it happens. lol. Loved it!!

  4. Wow, Didn't see that one coming.

  5. jahahaha story of my life!! Mostly happens everytime I travel by train :P

    1. Lol, Red..I know..its the case with most of us.

  6. Oh yes.. Always, it has to be at the very last minute that we look for that charger.


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