My new short story: Fools die

Imthiyaz Ahmed tugged at the noose tied to the ceiling fan. It appeared to be quite solid. He dragged the tall metal stool beneath the ceiling fan. He climbed on top of the stool and stood up slowly. His knees were shaking. His shirt stuck to his back because of the profuse perspiration. It was the Bangalore summer or maybe it was the fact that in a few minutes from now he�d be dead. (Continue reading)

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