The Asian Prize for Short Story is an International Prize curated by The Asian Prizes, a subsidiary of The Asian Group of Literature. ‘We had submissions from all over the world, from […]
Suddenly, Bajgo felt as if he was experiencing a blackout. Everything around him started to disappear and he can not breathe. He tried to cry for help. No words could come out of his mouth. The lace had completely blocked his airways. And Bajgo lost his consciousness.
The entire pack stopped and stood still. The four holding my ankles and wrists ran away. A few others, too, ran away with them. One bastard peed on my face and ran away with the rest. I collected all my strength, got up, and ran for my life. I have no idea where I ran.
Wonder. Those eyes were rounded with wonder the first time his glance caught them. The big rounded eyes, topped with the beautiful golden colour eyebrows arched in the same surprise made him fully turn his head towards those eyes and stare. They had the colour of a pale, grey sky.
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