promised to keep all her memories safe. She wiped her tears and continue to take her steps. It was more like a run than a fast walk. She reached the cab which already arrived few minutes ago. She took out the detonator from her purse. Before her memories flies in ashes and media starts to flash some false flash news, she took one last view of the house. She pushed the button and the cab moved away from the flying pieces... Here's a #collab prompt for #YoStoWriMo. Tell the imagined story of a woman named Usha who leaves her home late at night. What is she escaping from? Where's she headed to? Who will she meet? Or is she leaving alone? #shortstory #departurestory #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba