Posted in Drabble, Flash Fiction

Reminiscence

As I was passing through the village cross-roads, I noticed a sign board in the form of a poster. It was paying condolences to a Priest. My mind went down the memory lane and I fondly remembered him as the priest who got me married.

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I am a Hellenic Philistine Hedonist, an existential nihilist, and a postmodernist with a passion to write poetry, fiction, essays and philosophy.

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