Short stories

The water that made the difference for the mud. 
Suddenly Suu Kyi felt the touch of someone's hand on hers, but her mother was a little farther away on her left, and Sian was seen moving forward with the hurricane in her hand. 
But who is holding it, Suki? 
He tried to feel a little better, it's not an illusion or something else. 
But it was clear that he had another invisible hand in his hand. 
Still, he thought recklessly, for the reason that he was still conscious, he thought he might be in a trance, or his hands seemed to be frozen, so naturally he shook his hand hard, nah not going without the hand. 
Rather, the invisible hand is holding his hand harder. 
This time Suki got up with a loud shout. 
Hearing his screams, the hurricane turned towards him. 
Gathering her hands, the girl is cutting her hair, her eyes have turned pale with fear. 
What happened to Sookie? 
Manthili came and stood beside the girl, rubbing her shoulders. 
Why did I get up screaming like that? 
Mom is here. 
Suki is pointing to her right side with her finger. 
What's up here? 
Holding my hand. 
Hand? 
What hand? 
Something was walking along with me, holding my hand, holding the light near Suki's hand, the fingerprints on the white skin are very clear. 
Since the area around the road is very empty, if any human being would do it