Lost and Found,The Cold (short story)


The warmth of the flame was a far-flung luxury
she felt cold even near the fireplace
she felt homeless in a mansion she owned
cold and broken her home
callous her reason to live
…her soulmate…
and was blind to her love and her need to be loved…

in the middle of the desolated Tundra that had become this home…
was the room where they had in the not so distant past
spent many delightful evenings playing chess
and watched the rain slide down the clear glass windows
and the magnificent sunsets
wrapped in each other’s arms and at uttermost peace…
the same room where he was captivated by her charm and womanly pride
when he first laid eyes on her…
that room was where now her despair breathed…
she wondered what was the cause
what had happened that everything changed and so fast…
she was slowly becoming the face of hopelessness and insanity
driving herself mad around the questions
…around the house
…in search of answers and warmth…
…in the famine of those…
she was losing herself
…her will to live …

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016
All content amd images copyright 2016
All rights reserved

picture courtesy : pixabay.com

I was prompted by my dear friend Sumyanna and this is what I came up with.I hope you like.Have a nice time.


  1. I thought I had written a comment, bit don’t see it. Truly sad write, but beautifully written. Your words speak of such longing… Lovely job Seema.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


© 2019 Life's Hues

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑