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The monkey ladder reminded her of Rohan. How he teased her on being thin and short. The ladder was his. She was not to use it.

Suddenly the phone rang. “Ha! Think of the devil and the devil calls,” she thought. It was years since she had set eyes upon him. “How is he? Tall and handsome?” she wondered. Rohan was in Delhi. He wanted to meet her.

The café was teeming with dozens.

“Hi!” Her eyes met a wiry man, 3” shorter than her. It was Rohan.

A hundred lamps lit up her face. She had the last laugh.

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Image courtesy of imagerymajestic / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

A 100 word drabble written on the prompt “She had the last laugh” at Write Tribe

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About Geeta Nair

Born in Independent India to two really wonderful people who cherished and nourished me with great care, I consider myself lucky to have had the best that life could offer me. Lucky to have had the best education , the best sibling, the best husband, the best daughter,the best of everything that I could ever want, Love to live life on my terms .

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