50 words

A Note
I woke up to a new day with a lost hope that I can’t overcome my disease. I feel it hard to justify the sudden blow of anger deep inside blowing out of proportion, losing its conscience. The only way is to end it and I’m ready for it today.
The Chase
Nirtya suddenly changed her way and started racing finding a street dog at the other end of the road. Dog got the hint, felt challenged, and ran to catch the little girl. Nirtya found a weapon, an expression of a fearless face and words to shoo the dog. It worked.

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