by Hema Nataraju | Feb 9, 2021 | Fiction | 2 |
by Hema Nataraju | Oct 3, 2017 | Fiction | 4 |
We peek into stopped vehicles as we walk, trying to rescue whoever is trapped inside. Some cars are watery graves.
by Hema Nataraju | Feb 7, 2017 | Fiction | 9 |
Heavy footsteps on the staircase right above my head could only mean one thing. They were headed toward the granary. They were coming for me.