Horror

In the cemetery, the night was cold and tree leaves shuffled in the breeze. I saw a lady with electric hair across the Fewa Lake. She held a hammer and chisel and pounded on a gravestone. I asked what she was doing. She said, “they spelt my name wrong!”

Santosh Kalwar works as a poet, writer, and researcher. His stories, poems have appeared in various places. kalwar.com.np