He looked at the tears flowing down her blackened eyes. He pulled her in his arms and, once again, said, “Sorry, Love! Just don’t make me angry again.”
Tag: Guilty Conscience
Tiny Story: Guilt Trip
Wife: I know the windows of the bus are broken but it is our only choice!
The husband hesitates.
Wife: I don’t think it was in any accident. It was probably vandalised by the mob during last riots.
Husband (hesitating): Do you think the driver will recognise…
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