Indira wandered calmly down the empty hall, the last to leave. She carried a small box—just the essentials. A family photo, a potted plant, her name tags, and her work diary.
Years of work, reduced to this. But she had taken only what mattered.
She had longed for this day—her final escape from a tyrant’s grip. No farewells, no fuss. She waited until everyone had gone. Some colleagues she would miss; the rest could go to hell.
Reaching the door, she smiled.
Freedom.
She stepped outside without looking back, leaving the building—and that life—behind for good.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
